we are all faucets of creativity in our own way. whether its positive or negative you are in control of the flow. sometimes however the piping can be obstructed with all sorts of constricting bullshit. the force of the backlogged energies eventually will spring a leak thus causing unwanted problems which will undoubtedly manifest themselves of the most damp and soggy. i am the rusted marble sink of neglect. i vomit profusely my soul into the arms of my shallow bowl, in my own awe and wonder i speculate at my own articulate projections. what i see in this bowl is purely a reflection of myself looking right back up at me, unfiltered, raw and real. there is no shame to be had, i am a perfect manifestation of spirit in whatever form i choose to express myself. i need to unblock the passageways, there are too many obstructions keeping me away from my own freedom of expression. unfortunately i have to say that majority of it stems from my own home, the people who dwell under this roof, my so called family. i wish i could help liberate them, but i have tried and failed to loosen the noose. their paths have been set for them to decide where it leads, i can only worry about myself in the meantime.