Updated: Feb 28, 2020
Art does the same for us. For why not all of us can fashion those fragmented thoughts into comprehensible expressions and they do not smell real until assembled.
We commune with some little segments of the songs and rest become our stories thereafter, unintentionally.
Are people light headed or are these attempts to heal afflictions? Don’t we all fall in love with seemingly understanding outsiders?
Is it inappropriate? For even if it’s not real, at least it seems so.
Maybe this is how we connect.
– Semesta Cruinne