She envisioned a rather small version of herself shrink and shrink more so small it entered her nostrils venturing further and further.She got to the brain,knocked a few times as she stared at the note on the door.“Out for lunch.”Figures of course it would beher timing was never right. After all that workshe wasn’t goingContinue reading “The word warning written in red.”
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 