lewislain
narrative visual artist

journal

a journey

10:41. my cap and the stem of a glass. gently, great-care gone.
11:10. hard of breath. hot. if i focus my energy i can see a skin on the wall. things begin to flicker.  the cat is my guide and i trust him
11:35. the world is breathing.  water fills every floor, gentle-bathing beauty. going outside, for a square.
12:13. the world seems so big and yet so small. a walk around the park results in a lot of shoes, but i am wearing sandles.
2:22. back...but only if i will it.

Laura Sturm