I have lots of feelings right now.
But I don’t know if the words are right.
So I will just post some photos I have done recently with some poetry I have written.
I spin, I spin. So the world can blur. And we can mend.
She’s stuck in a nightmare, she whispers while she sleeps. “I live in this clock. I’m stuck in this clock.”
The broken fountain doesn’t hear her wish. But something else does…