Searching for normalcyas life is a victim of uncertainty.Underestimating our own realitiesas the structure bleeds. With each applausedeeper they slip their claws. Trying to unmask the face involved in each case. If the universe had a face,would it resemble that of the human race?Is it energy that is sacred,exposed, and naked?No flesh to restrain it,andContinue reading “Life is a victim of uncertainty.”
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 