Every moment keeps falling apartin one memory it’s solidin another the memory liquifies slipping through as a tear drop fragile and ready to breakas the moment is remembered it slips its way out as it hits the wall and comes to an endslipping through the tear ducts leaving a feeling of lossand nothing to settleContinue reading “Slipping through as a tear drop.”
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 