I only see as meI only hear as meI only taste as meI only feel as me I only smell as me.Inside another homeIt’d be different wired in by different connectors and the heart would have another beat. Would it still be me..if the home was another body?Is the brain what we areor is allContinue reading “So fragile it is.”
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 