Out the doorthere is open spaceif feels endlessit isn’tI can’t see it all at once all directions this Earth is roundit holds us alltill it doesn’t. It orbitswithin a systemheld by? it isn’tthe Earth is falling into the sunit missestill it doesn’t. Then wethen usthen money then values then morals then self worth then allContinue reading “Falling into the sun.”
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 