A pause, a road, the taste of gravel in the mouth. The rocks dig into my skin like arrowheads.

I am spiritual. I like to get my hands dirty with the soil of the earth much in the same way that I want my sex to be messy and filthy. I stand outside till my feet go numb because it makes me feel calm; at one with the earth.



It's strangely freeing to cover yourself in mud. It's so theraputic to wash it off.