Tradition. Belief. Artists. Couture. Gothic. Steampunk. Beauty.
In all things I find an unrest quite unlike the disposition I was raised to believe in. A swelling under the surface. A shift.
Mindfulness and spirituality override the doldrums of creationism. The masses now feeling the need to create and connect while distancing, never touching. Forbidden is the unknown; keeps us awake at night.
I don’t want to find myself gone again, lost under restraint, placed between breaths. Being alive is no longer enough.
Join me in the pursuit of more, yet consciously less. Perhaps and enough.