When I finished this one, I felt like my brain was on the paper. With everything going on back home and the many many people I’m worried for, some days my mind and thoughts feel exactly like the pattern I produced on paper.
Mine and probably most of us right now are experiencing a wave of a range of emotions. And some days, none of it makes sense.
All we can do, is pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off. And live to fight yet another day in this world that makes less and less sense by the day.
