I’m yelling because I’m exhausted I’m crying because it all hurtsmy brain is overloaded and my eyes are stinging from the tears that wallow in and it’s a shallow pool I’m drowning in they thoughts they keep on breeding I’m a failure it surfaces so often the feeling of never accomplishing or never finishing ofContinue reading “We are breathing.”
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 