A fun project with Kara Wachsmann.
Watch the video here.
Quiet as the sun
I don’t know where I’ve begun
My feet are on the path
But the eye that sees all was not designed to speak
Youth of ancient descent
Ancestor of the future
A paradoxical life of bounded freedom
Mind outside time, yet bound by space
A hundred thousand screams of silence
Whose voice do I trust and where is my own
Window shopping for something to believe in
I thought there would be something in my nothing
I found all form created by thoughts
and they must be the cause of the knots
In my stomach, my heart, and my head
I feel but I don’t touch
Tour of my soul
This everlasting ride
of Ceaseless becoming
Colors of heat splitting from the sun
keep alive the spaces they dance upon
I don’t know much about anything really
But I do know how life makes me feel
Love is all you need, silly