Separation Anxiety 25 am. A black crow falls dead in the middle of the road. My mind wanders as I try to imagine how this could've happened. Disease, murder, fate of just pure chance. I've been noticing a lot of road kill these past few weeks, whether it be the true changing of the seasons or my own minds creations, it propels my dreams of me and my #lifeless little creatures along our impossible pursuit to the other side of the road. Headlights. Oncoming traffic briefly regaining focus, then back to my fearless critters. The metaphor of the crossing is a little cliche, it seems my dreams have also lost a sense of artistic integrity. As like all others before me I have fallen victim to the vicous entrapment that is the modern #lifestyle. Horns blare. I should really pull over. I was once free to think dream create and destroy, hours upon hours of thoughts in black composition books, through the jaws of hell and pragmatistic imaginations I discovered just what I could do and I'm taking it back. So here I sit in a classic parking lot at the end of time writing to you this challenge of joint inspiration, self emancipation and true genuine creation. Yours Truly, colors