There isn’t the perfect life The perfect place to sit and listenthe perfect place to cuddle inthe perfect place to feel there isn’t there is life this living part of us. There is a placewe sitwe listen we argue it outI close my ears upas I think of the wordsand we feel unheard angered atContinue reading “the perfect love”
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 