'The imagination is not a state: it is a human existence in itself'

- William Blake

I feel like I could stay awake for days. There was a time when I conspired against sleep because I thought it was a social control tool. If no one slept I'm sure there would be many more lunatics around. Creative lunatics. When the batteries in your brain are starved for a while you begin to naturally hallucinate. And we all know the best ideas come from vivid hallucination. You see your wildest dreams (or nightmares) play out in front of your eyes. My feelings about sleep change from day to day depending on which world I am enjoying more, the real world or the dream world. You can become dangerously good at dreaming, so good that you start confusing your mental landscapes with reality. You can get lost inside of your dreamscapes and this is all well and good until you start missing the weight of the mortal realm. There is something grounding about this three dimensional space we call home, it bears a heaviness and sincerity that is equally as satisfying. The flight of imagination is a joy ride but sometimes you want the real stuff, the stuff that makes your insides splinter into a million pieces, because that crushing sensation reminds you just how fragile it all is.

'Submissive to everything, open, listening'

- Jack Kerouac

People float in and out of your life like the knowing maws of a rocking tide. Some will be omens. When they come to you it is because you both have something to learn from one another. When they come to you, know them, trust them, listen. Be open and submissive. For a fleeting moment in time you have crashed inside of one another. Your journeys will collide, enmesh and widen like a never-ending labyrinth. There will be no map and no coordinates just instinct. And when the time comes you will meet them again on your way to the middle.

'Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.'

- Hunter. S. Thompson

Truth, a thick word full of layers. The truth that will protect them. The truth that will protect you. The truth that's a lie to yourself. The naked truth. The truth that peels open your chest with its bare hands. The truth that's so true that it hurts. Truth is a surrendering. You must give it over fully and with open arms. You must set it free and in return free yourself. Because without letting go of your truths you remain captive, you are a slave to them and they live in a cavernous black hole that falls from the back of your head and casts a heavy shadow over your heart.

'It works if you work it'

- Sharne Scott, find her here.

I like to think I have a firm grip on the reigns of my destiny. I also know that there are times when I need to let go of the reigns, even if it means I might get bucked around a bit. Sometimes you need to let go of everything you know and believe so that you can open yourself up to the unknown. Everything is driven by either love or fear, it really is that simple. But fear is not to be feared, you cannot loose your fears even though we are all very good at jamming them deeper inside of ourselves to give the illusion that they have been conquered. I have found that in most cases, you need to change your own perception of something in order to transform it into something that can be used. We are immensely complex creatures with an immeasurable capacity to feel. If you feel fear, use it. If you feel love, use it. It works if you work it.

'Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words?'

- Marcel Marceau

There is a missing link between the heart and mouth. Language has cured our silence but left an open wound in its place. What tools of the body do we have to speak from the inside out? What poetry allows the sensation of two bodies becoming one? How can you truly write what it is like to feel yourself blurring into the flesh of another. When you are feeling open and receptive enough the wall between the self and the other falls and you can feel just how hopelessly entangled all things are. Some of the purest conversations I've had have been spoken with the body and the eyes. If you open someone up from the eyes there is a tunnel that will lead you straight to their middle earth, that place where all things unfold. Here lies the nectar of truth, but by the time it leaks into the mouth most of the nutrients is gone. And by the time it spills onto paper it will be like reading invisible ink.

'I got a freeway mind, let go of my head'

- Kurt Vile

You can feel when your life begins to speed up. The walls of your dimension pulse outwards and your vision expands, everything in wide screen. It's no epiphany it's more like you have taken a deep breath inwards. It's a feeling of wakefulness, of new air inside of you. It's like that moment when you first hit the free way...the speedometer swings over, the road folds open, you lean forward into the infinity point where the land and sky meet and never look back again.