(I found another page in with my college notes – I’m going to see if I can scan in the illustrations I also scribbled on the page tomorrow as I think they really complete the image of this particular collection of writings)
I have no idea what to do when I’m certain.
experience gives way to
the illusion of prepared
security. (Nothing is sacred)
words, questions… thoughts
unanaswered. In written form.
Write them down. Only yours. Set them free…
Art of words is setting them.
as they come, give them place.
Locked up words, cluttered mind.
Lonely thoughts in cerebral cells.
You’re the jailer. Use the key.
Free words. questions … answers
Come back to you
free is the key