My soul is weeping; it feels it is dying, stretching thin, almost transparent as glass, like a piece of plastic wrap stretched taut across a bowl of rotting left-overs.

My soul is weeping for the lost fragments continually bleeding into the universe.

My soul needs to create; write, draw and paint, daily to restore calm and peace, to rejuvenate and open my eyes.IMG_2016

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