Frosting, candy, pieces of a pretty masterpiece. Who lives there? Do they too want to eat it? Fingers sticky, a group effort colored with laughs. Demolished and eaten our make believe house.
To write is to love Insanity is contagious Life is a damaged piece of art & I'm just trying to name it. Which personality colors the white screen today? What characters are me or me from a far off place? Always adopting a new name, a new face. Still coherent I hitch a ride on... Continue Reading →