Fuck.She rubbed her head.Fuck.She rubbed her head again.This time looking up.She quickly blinked her eyes,again she blinked faster.What the fuck?She shook her head.No my imagination is doing it again,it’s all in here.She thought hitting her own head.Bitch.The words hit her fast.She stoppedand looked upstaring at the imageof a man trapped in a….She thought about it.IsContinue reading “There is a bigger treat up there.”
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 