“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”Anais Nin
I remember the first day, nothing was clear just hazy. An unexpected death warped my train of thought. Second guessing overlaying the logic. I looked for a way of escape. The path brought me back to this place.
The night spent dispelling a fabled reality. Childhood memories interrogated at midnight. Bloody exhaustion cannot see the sunrise. Nightmares throughout the day.
Legacies derived from lies. Mothers and sons manipulating lives. Thieves hide in the shadow of Christ. Empty inheritance justified.
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”Leonardo da Vinci