My brain devoursthe daily gossip like handfuls of candies and sweetsand the neurotic receptors twist them aboutlike stomach churning filled of gunk made up of others despair and the laughter that surfaces strikes me down when the rational partsregain control asking “Why are you so petty?”and I bow down to that part of myself shakingContinue reading “Handfuls of sweets.”
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 