Buried in works on paper
I need this
I need to be more of what is expected
A break
Young woman and man
Walking hand in hand
From this small window
I realize life isn't forever
Will I remember these works?
Will it matter?
No.
I will remember them no doubt
One. Two. Three. Four.
Plus. Minus.
This is not where I belong.
I belong with my people.
« return.