Why, oh why

Why, oh why… Your eyes, your ears, your hair, your hands. Alive, breathing, moving in stillness. You created. You weaved. You cried. You laughed. You painted the Starry Night. Your ginger hair was sticky with blood. Madness of the world. Love for your brother, longing to have a cup of tea with him. Love forContinue reading “Why, oh why”