The animals are dancing I’m laughing and carrying myself through the dayto the night when I can settle in and sit alone letting out the thoughts dancing about my headready to release an escape for stresswhere gossip doesn’t cause harm because the words I type are fictionalized and the danger presented poses no danger toContinue reading “Dancing”
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.
