No skeletons here
Only ghosts in the closet
Hiding in plain sight
While wearing our clothes
Longing for form
As they flow through our sleeves
They yearn for the song
That flesh and blood weave
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
No skeletons here
Only ghosts in the closet
Hiding in plain sight
While wearing our clothes
Longing for form
As they flow through our sleeves
They yearn for the song
That flesh and blood weave