You laugh.I feel pretty fucking stressedsaying words that are poison to your brain. I speak of society as your hands are out grasping each dartstopping from penetrating your heart. Your disinterest is appallingnot because I’m upsetover your disinterest rather because I’m jealous how your able to disassociate with the worlds crisis.As I’m crawling on myContinue reading “Unfazed”
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 