I was born into a mind on the outskirts of society. Near the dividing veil. One foot stooped in dreams, the other in imagination. I’ve lived many lives on Earth, but don’t belong here. Functionally and clinically insane, my art is an expression of the soul and attempt at understanding its existence. I write with the stars and live with the wind. With its independence and freedom. The dusty atoms of our velvet bones walk in a vibration. With that in mind I sing for the poets, dreamers, outcasts, misfits, and those lost on the backroads like myself. I fear I may never be close to someone ever again. But, if your heart lays within the afore mentioned realm I do hope we meet on the road. We can take the journey together and not feel alone.
