Sunday, September 15, 2013

A glimpse of Vulnerability.

 Writing while world's abandon me, trying to depict what on mind or in body into world's, world's that are not mine.
depiction is the world. Thoughts were never bytes of data, or Nerve impulses.

At Eternity's Gate

 thought's have been merely visuals, visuals that I can't draw, though I can amusingly look at.
Scared, horrified, and seldom happy. Happy? a word that has been booed by my mind, neither"Happy" visuals were visualized, nor paints where draw.

The Starry Night

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