still in your absence
i will cling to who you are
in my arms you’ll live
still in your absence
i will cling to who you are
in my arms you’ll live
Creative wheels turn
In directions unexplored
Where will I end up?
where the blues are greens and creativity goes to fester
i no longer live on the edge but beyond it
her stories were embedded so much into her writing hand that on everything she touched
her print remained long after she was gone
whispering herSTORY into the souls that followed
these are effects of the residual