Let my writing be what it is. Let me be what I am. Let my art be what it is...my mind...let me immerse my self in immediate sensation...in momentary, expansive bliss. Let me lick the melted cream from my tender lips and know that they have been kissed.

Let me stop asking for permission to just try, to explore, to try and find out what I can do in in a safe place, in a place of abundant possibilities. Let me believe in myself and my ability to create without having to hand over responsibility to some fucking greater being or some teacher or some lover.

Let me remember that life is beautiful and I create some of that beauty. I am some of that beauty...as are you.