We feel together and breathe as one. If one of us falls down then there are a dozen hands there to help out. Never have I so quickly given my trust...my heart to another, much less an entire group.
We eat together, we work together, we play sly tricks and lay calmly.
We comfort and reassure and make each other whole when we are broken.
We draw from each other and this fires our passion. Our art. We are all elements of each others aesthetic.
Our art is our revolution, our community, our love.
We strive towards freedom and justice and happiness above all things. We seek to be allowed our right to the concept of passion. The human right to hope and dream and love deeply in the most absurd, unrealistic, hopeless, fantastic, childish, and romantic way imaginable.
The amendment of our hearts and minds to believe in something deeply, imagine the impossible, and yearn!...sweetly yearn!
Ache with our entire souls for an alternate world, one that meshes with our unconscious mind, our conscious hoping dreams.
A world that more closely resembles freedom.
