On my forehead… a tingling sensation… It is quite familiar. A sensation condensed as a feeling with clear forms separating a child from another. Memory. Long before this, an infant embraced by his mother. A tingling sensation … in my forehead.
A child separated from others, engaged in a strange performance. In awareness of a gaze, he plays with invisible toys. Quite sure to amaze the onlooker with his voice, he screams… s c r e a m s… louder… S C R E A M S
The voice breaks free and erupts out of me… not just a memory… but a reckoning… sounds like madness…
Story Of The Footloose 
words and images-photography-and? not sure; yet thank you for the reflections in the water droplet.
..and exploration, dear angel in the dust. When there’s a breakout in the prison of propriety, well… noise emerges…
Thank you 🙂
and I listen again and again and each time I hear something more of you…whatever brought you to create this just wow…it sounds like it felt so good to release that’s for sure! My god…just wild. I love it.
Thank you Maureen. It sure was a good release. 🙂
You are welcome Prashant, I am glad for you then! 😀