Are we all weak victimized by the word perfection forcing ourselves to be better.Better to who?Better to the ones living within frosted glasswith their thumbs stuck upand their lips frozen in a smile.We believe they’re kindthey’re the good onesthe ones to be. 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 