Fear is like exploding shrapnel and
exposing my inner turmoil.
And these random tangents disguise
themselves to be relevant
when it's really a simple act of avoidance.
That's more terrifying than the truth.
~Tina Meeks
Fear is like exploding shrapnel and
exposing my inner turmoil.
And these random tangents disguise
themselves to be relevant
when it's really a simple act of avoidance.
That's more terrifying than the truth.
~Tina Meeks
When is the right time to celebrate
pen to paper?
I hope they marry
and have a happy ending of spilled ink and
the outcome is the explanation
and a matter of splatter.
~Tina Meeks
I'd like to find my space of comfort
within the confinements of
twigs and leaves.
Between the dew drops belonging
to blades of grass.
~Tina Meeks