Jof
United Kingdom
Thoughts strike like wind, then I grab them by the throat and smash them on a paper.
And then I wait for the words to form like clouds, enough to do the drawings that talk.
Like a river, you know not whence it's coming, where it's going and how long it will take. I just float on, drifting and streaming along, always hiding behind the words.
And then I wait for the words to form like clouds, enough to do the drawings that talk.
Like a river, you know not whence it's coming, where it's going and how long it will take. I just float on, drifting and streaming along, always hiding behind the words.