The boxes that held the story are gone
a thin story of hope and escape.
Cardboard crushed into greater pits of uselessness
waste and desire, funny bed fellows.
I've said good bye to the last remnant of my programming
its over, I can be free
to have any relationship I want to objects
I am free to like something or not
to destroy or covet
free to leave freely, from where ever
Untitled postpoem 2
Rotterdam, The Netherlands
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english speaking therapist and artist. I paint and etch to give form to experiences and emotions I happen upon in my life. I use found objects and forms and translate them into a language free from words
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