Me im insane from rage, and an excess of everything. so i wander in search of my Gypsy women . and a warm dry place to sleep , Dont let Things be the bindings of salvery, live for the moment live FREE .
I have gained and lost so much in life. but for the most part the dark shadow of a tree has become my greatest comfort and the sorce of all my sorrow . The shimmring light of the river calls forth to my spirit , but the fear in my heart holds fast. I have nothing but my mind and my pain .
You have just stumbled opon the residue of a faultering artists spirit . No want or need just pain and the wisdom that springs forth from it..
