13/3/2017

Vulnerability.  The act of control, how easily it is lost, grasping onto strands which will not be given acceptance to diminish and wither into nothingness, for this is a lonely place, an unforgiving place of grievance and unwanted memory. Purity, a pure soul, sensitive to each waking moment that passes by. Consumed by the touch and words of another. Another who is not who she is, yet another who can understand in unknown blindness. Material dictation, interchanging with time, moving between, in search of secure, peaceful contentment.  Finally finding tranquillity of self and inner bodily peace.