09-19-2015, 02:04 PM
(09-08-2015, 05:56 AM)just mercedes Wrote: Your poem really hit at my heart. I love the view out through the door, the call of the ocean almost, the sorrow, then the attention to the wood, the cut, the blood. Sometimes you make yourself bleed, to ease the pain. Paradox of being human.
Your perception exceeds my hopes.
(Attempting a poem, a sculpture, a relationship... who hasn't felt an end like this?)
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions