Thursday, August 9, 2012

Thumping The Thuds.

Tapping the slight spaces between leaves of browns, causing growths beyond physicality in the deepest of grey. Child may wander between the folds of a curtain, partly drawn, partial pretense that light is imminent, from a distance to act out a dance. To maintain the field of creativity at ones' own expense.

As such as my world is now.