nevada

Somehow I've got to keep moving; it helps to have time brush past my cheeks like gusts of wind broken by the bow of my nose walking bitter city streets in wintertime. I write poetry and paint abstractions and embrace the insane nature of consciousness. Riding the tides of existence. Also want to eventually build a home and grow foods. For now being on the road as much as I can feels right though, at the same time as I'm learning to be at home inside myself...haven't gotten out yet. I would appreciate any tips!