A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective
Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave
A journey too extra for just one part.
Reflections on communism, inspired by the water colour of a Korean artist/friend/soldier that I crossed paths with in the wise city of Sofia, Bulgaria.
Originally posted on Creative Mine:
4/15/2022 I’m really only writing this because Anna said I’d go crazy out here if I didn’t. I don’t know, might just lose it anyway. It’s good to be writing again, though. Never thought I’d say that. Then again, I didn’t expect any of this to happen. Though, for all…
Full of life
via Spray Paint
A monologue by the personified dream
Silent things are not for conquering
The chapter on burning and touching