I see my mind as a tapestry woven through with memories, dreams and thoughts.

Monday, 29 March 2010

My written words

Blank paper. My hand scribbles words. The paper becomes the white wall of the garden, suddenly scrawled with leaf prints as the sun emerges. I can choose permanence for my words, but I can also store the memory of the leaf prints - to become words.


Spangle said...

I love your descriptions of how from your writing, anything can take shape. This is a great blog so far!

aguja said...