Nov 10, 2016
...and when I'm numb or sad I stare at the unpainted wall perpetually staring at the patch etched on the wall by nature and her elements. Fantasies, perceptions of false realities. Images washing ashore like tidal waves on my cerebral cortex. Little monsters in big shoes surrounding a loner. They are staring right back, the more we exchange looks the less harmful they seem. I'm alone in this reality. I need an espace from this escape, a leap from one extreme to another. I won't be trapped in the middle of normalcy. I need a drop of Pentecost. - Osadebamwén #Mywritingname #failedpoet #poetry #photomanipulation #art #digitalart