To exist in matterbut be nothing in that of thoughta rock can be heldcan be placed cannot walkcannot thinkcannot growalthough it isn’t nothingI can feel itI can see itand it is nothing in that it is not living it is an objectthat I can think ofthat can be withered by a stormthat can be changedalthoughContinue reading “A rock.”
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 