The pot boiling liquids seeping the sides hours dying as her hands keep upout the thoughts melt. Dishes to clean overwhelmed masked by resilience although days slipand weeks pile upand years fester boiling over and our wants unfulfilled because desires are tricky. And as the pot boils the past evaporates and the mirage of moreContinue reading “Masked by resilience.”
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 