Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
Tag: present
Sonnet XVI – Time Tasting
That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
Sonnet IX – Presence
The ache which seems will never go away, one day shall flee like so much cloud and mist.
Feeling the Feels
Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.
catching up
This is how It Is.
defying atrophy 