everytime I “die” I am reborn.
I respawn myself with wisdom for the heart.
my way of dying is to love and to keep giving love a chance everytime
even though the outcome might be mending my self back together over and over again
everytime it happens, I see myself in these pieces and I can choose what I want and what I don’t want.
I must learn how to make matter out of this.
manifesting expressions into conscious matter.
this is my art.
the journey of a lone wolf