Jolly was rather astounded when the others knew it was Jollyand not just another zebragrazing in the grassas they all had black skin covered in white stripes.Sure the patterns were different and the stripes thinneror thicker in consistencyyet Jolly couldn’t tell itself apart from the rest.To Jolly all the other zebras looked the same andContinue reading “Jolly”
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 