I wish that I could get dirty faster than what it takes cleaning myself
Can you take this cause with you and take these pieces, make them yours, call it yours, share the thoughts, make your living worthwhile just because? Can your fingerprints make this sound, like glass beads tipping in a carpet full of hopes, dreams and sometimes, why not, melancholy? Can you spell the world backwards and decipher what the hell you just turn it into? Can you shine? Break the rules, brake the road, make your own. Walk the asphalt bare feet without burning, and touch the dirty dirty mud, which is honey for us ,and smile, just smile without thinking it twice. And then don’t wash and walk a little more, buy some ice-cream and give it to the first dirty kid you see. And then dance in the mud, dance until you make a hole big enough to plant a tree and then plant your seed and become the earth, become the water and the air, and just become.
