All these standards to live by all these standards to fall beneath I shovel myself out several nights a week buried by perfectionists buried by misconceptions the dirt has reached my lungs I exhale dust I feel okno forget that I feel exceptional I feel freed as I say never I don’t want the tombstoneContinue reading “I shovel myself out.”
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 