hands down

you do this. never feeling whole because there's a hole somewhere. music resuscitates and keeps the river from drought. wake up. eyes open. the matter of how high to pull yourself from the mire. like a mother dog biting and lifting that part of her own neck. you're not a puppy anymore. but when you create. when you create. if you're lucky enough to find it's location you expose that newborn soul over and over again. and the world comes crawling into the best untouched and mixes like paint. sometimes you wanna put it on your wall. other times you want to drown in off shades.