Traverse the Earth

Geocache #1
Horned Stump

Real Life

Sleep more appealing than the waking life
The waking life feels like a dream
A dream or nightmare
Not so sure which, but the feeling is there
Of illusion concocted by imagination

"You can't make this stuff up"
Rather, so surreal, that can't be real,
This real stuff must be made up.

But whose mind went here?
Maybe the grand architect constructed this story
How could this be?
Perhaps it's just someone's hallucination
In the end, was it all me?

That day when metal crushed in around my body
That day when shattered glass washed over me
That day
That boy
Killed me.

My being was shattered
My body was crushed
Broken.

I must reform
Take shape once again
Never the same.

Yellow Submarine

Mixed Media on Glass