be4 peru, after a holotropic journey of hundreds years old, we had a music festival in our backyard.

i am in love with all of my roommates and some of my neighbors. the organic realness of manifestation. making 'things' happen. silent participation, loud expressions and all the way of 'beings' in between. I see . I am seen. with my pure awareness. with my open heart. art is on the stage. the rawness. some hearts bleed. some hearts heal. some hearts beat faster. some hearts need time to beat again faster... we love with our fucking heart. fuck fuck fuck love love love and all the actions in between. sometimes not ready to fuck. sometimes too afraid to love.