May 23, 2013

Wavering


I don't want to show my progress on the wing tangle.  I get lost in it and go blind, then flee to the coherence of the front for solace.  Remember this little girl?  She tells me I'm doing wonderful things, but the old woman just smiles.  They work together, but I don't know what they intend.  I don't think it has much to do with me.