On any day, I come across phrases that need to be sewn together immediately to make sense.
Seek beyond what you are shown.
We love art, yet appreciate it so little.
I exist, for the sake of it.
If you are a woman, do people take you seriously when you talk sense about, let's see, politics? More often than not, you are brushed aside when you start making sense.
I try to wake up, but I am lost in a dream inside a dream inside a dream and so on.
Time spills over onto my skin.
Water, water everywhere, Seeping through my skin, Bores holes in my bones. Toxic slurry finds its way through the food that fills me on the inside. Animals drop dead and I can smell water all around. The grass dies and I can only breathe in your rotting disregard for water that abounds. Yet not a … Continue reading Water day, everyone.
Only the faces change.