Living mushed against it all the creatures recall a time in which they could breathe without a fear that their hearts would recede and their lungs would fill of fluid because of it.A time in which normalcy wasn’t fighting common courtesy. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina
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 