A shovel in the holethrowing about the excesstrying to make it largerdigging about they’re going to find it. Pacing in the cell awaiting the final callit’s their choice waiting and pacing. A few holes air, there is airbreathe quick slow it down just a tick. All shook up their hands moving fasta headache setting inContinue reading
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.
