Madness
-It comes on its own, fills the chambers of life with a flurry of thought, an image taken, reshaped, stretched and reconfigured… syllables sweeping across the mind, an echo, a wind – the same sound… a yearning which wakes you in the middle of night arousing the physical apparatus, which contains the heart, to stretch and reach for a body, a soul, a beating heart- beating with your own… the lingering of scent, the ethereal presence carried by the breeze, in the morning dew, the presence left when there is no presence—what you hold onto until the return of the […]