Twenty-something year old aspiring artist.
A decade ago my own mind was stolen from me. I'm finding it again.

There's a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.

Drink all your passion,
and be a disagrace.

Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

Open your hands
if you want to be held.

"But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?"

Reach me: heraredd@gmail.com