Eyes to See, Ears to Hear
Updated: Feb 9
"I want to call my writing my art, but the truth is that I am the art, and my writing is the evidence."
I live in the house of the Lord.
I travel to rooms where no man has tread.
I search for a lightswitch for days in my head.
Days in the dark room and I often find
that the sane part of me begins losing its mind -
an inevitability to which I resign,
to seek out dim hallways, time after time.
Why do I keep visiting these dark quarters?