A dissonant friction
The roles that we play
How we are with ourselves,
With our friends, or for pay
What would it be
To be truthfully whole
Which mask is not
A mask, but the soul
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A dissonant friction
The roles that we play
How we are with ourselves,
With our friends, or for pay
What would it be
To be truthfully whole
Which mask is not
A mask, but the soul