A line was drawn.What side?The bodies scattered,their feet tripping over a chalked line.What side? Their eyes kept searchingtheir hearts were loudand they felt unsure complete uncertainty until they stepped over to familiar faces.This is the placethey kept thinking yea this is the side for me on the other side they met their decision with theContinue reading “A line.”
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 