With every stroke, I find a note.
With every line, I grow higher..
With every moment, I feel closer to…

Hark! Is that you?…

There are some days where the world is dreadfully quiet.

Even the screeching sound of a train on its track seems so external that it doesn’t impact the emptiness inside your mind…

If I could write anything, I wouldn’t have to think.
I’d let the words flow, down the kitchen sink.

Hippopotamus
Rice crackers
Gold lips galore…