I can’t think of anything as correct and there are no wordsthat are worth pain that are worth my heart stopping or a mouth from speaking no words worth quitting there are no words worth hitting you can speak you can thinkand when I get flustered it’s my minds inability to filter your lead writtenContinue reading “I can’t think of anything as correct.”
I’m prone to bouts of anger, short tempered, the overly sensitive type. Writing is a way to make sense of it all. While art is a way in which I can escape the thoughts that haunt me shutting off conscious thought and allowing my hands to guide me.
Temperamentally Tina 