Floating so heavily in spaceheld up thererotating around the sun how long till it falls?Is there a ground?It never ends it keeps going and going space never lets outtill one collideswithin another. Just a smidge backor forwardthe lights go outor brighten to much and it all ends dependent upon the sun. No wonder our mindsContinue reading “It never ends.”
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 