Drainage

Stuck in my head again

I need to paint,
I need to sing,
This lack of right crept up my dreams,
Limbic language left to linger.

Fear of self forever pondered

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I could feel the hunger here... the longing... the need expressed. Too often we are held back... bound to a space... and just creating can become a key to doorways of life.