nerves on edge
scatterbrained and feelings of shame
after once again visited bars previous night
I stumble out of my bed
find cigarette butts in the toilet, sink and even the bathtub, the beercans I have managed somehow miracoulous gathered em in a plastic bag...

but these are moments where I need my
temenos
to ease my soul
to wander into my local art museum

I cannot grasp the art
but the less I understand
the more at ease I get
I saunter from painting to painting
and my mind rests

the more absurd art, the better
atleast stopped writing in bars
bringing art into garbage

I need less art
or atleast, in this way
© staxxx