With creaking doors and background chatter, its like I'm there. I'm in the bathroom stall reading those words that are scratched in with a nail file or scribbled with a pen.
Those momentary thoughts read as a singular statement; an artistic landscape made into poetry.
This piece is beautiful and engaging. And I'm right there, with every word.
Comments by Heather Feaga
Comment for "The Walls"
Heather Feaga
Posted on April 21, 2005 at 10:50 AM | Permalink
It's almost what I'm thinking
With creaking doors and background chatter, its like I'm there. I'm in the bathroom stall reading those words that are scratched in with a nail file or scribbled with a pen.
Those momentary thoughts read as a singular statement; an artistic landscape made into poetry.
This piece is beautiful and engaging. And I'm right there, with every word.