Truth in Life Styling

 

At long last

I have reached the end

of the creative process

It sure felt like a transition

The well was dry

Metaphorically at least

And in that fleeting moment
she came to me
like a comet
streaking through

my parched consciousness

In my liberated darkness
sweet Epiphany
whispered to me
three little words
which sum up perfectly
the totality
of our all too limited
Earthly experience

"IT'S ALL BULLSHIT"

Can't tell you how good

this made me feel

in my new fret free existence