This path has led me to the shore where two worlds find a home. One rooted in the brown earth, the other free to roam.
Frame me, contain me, Hold a boundary to me. Only see a view that can be safely described. Bold straight lines that seek to refine And hold an aspiration, so sharply defined Clean and rigid, deep and frigid Fixed so firmly: clear and distinct. But what if I am wavy, eternally changey? What if I…Read more Frame Me, Contain Me