Masks of a Maker
A woman's soul in a male's body, a wild animal in a civilized costume, a magical mycelium man who's happy to be doomed. A nomadic heart enclosed within four walls, body as house and flower as spouse. A living being who speaks with the dead, a child in the dark who learnt not to be afraid. Clear memories of lives on every continent, cloudy fantasies of fights with the dirty dominant. Once chubby, once skinny, always Jimmy. Comfortable poison as the medicine, poised conformity as the medieval sin. Love as the true religion, belief as a food for pigeons. Tension as the guide, intention as the ride. Experience as both sides.
I am everything and I am nothing, the enchanted enchanter, the story that tells itself, the bed of the forgotten river, the crab in the hollow shell. One who hears beyond but cannot see, one who shows the path but cannot speak. Welcome to my galaxy, wishing you wonders until we finally meet!