I see my corpse
washed ashore on the muddy twilit banks.
porcelain and blood.
icy blue and milky white.
Leaves cling to my pallid skin like leeches,
hugging me silently and welcoming me home.
I am completely and utterly in love with the natural world and life.
It is hard, and has been hard for me, but through suffering I find much light and wisdom.
My inspirations have always been natural things: water and woods, earth and fire, light and shadow, life and death.
I find much beauty in the things we are taught to be 'darker' things: death and decay, imperfections, the darkened suffering and heartbreaking situations of life.
I have clawed my way up from the deepest depths, time and time again;
reborn with renewed vision and vigor.
In light, I shall rise.