'i feel like there is a cloth covering the world - a perfectly white cloth - and when it is lifted off and all the forms are revealed the shapes and objects are more felt than seen or thought - a vibration or rhythm that lies deeply inside of things.
Deep in pillows - float - like sticks on the stream - still as bewildered'
Writing from the boy inside me -
Deep in pillows - float - like sticks on the stream - still as bewildered'
Writing from the boy inside me -