As long as I don’t can make out the figure – so to speak… – the shadows in my mind become overpowering. It’s like Im painting them bigger and bigger and bigger and knock down myself.
That silent figure doesn’t give me any quietude at all. It makes me crazy!
That silent figure gets my painted shadows to grovel around like sticky snakes in my mind.
”To be or not to be” ”To be or not to be” ”To be or not to be” the sticky snakes chattering in their mouth of each other with wheezing noise.
I told you. It makes me crazy!
Why should things be easy and simple?
I give you my whole hand.
Like a flower with lots of leaves, you pick leaf after leaf and make a misery.
Wonder how it will turn right again.
Amazing what different kind of experiences you can catch up with, in only three and a half hours…