Thoughts often keep marching around in my head, sometimes on soft silent feet, sometimes at a run....at times, they stamp around in violent, passionate, frustrated agony, that would suddenly turn into euphoric joy....

In this field of landmines, littered with hopes and dreams, one never knows which thought-print might end up in an explosion, sending out  everlastingly reverberating echoes, that vibrate insistently, until they find a release in frenzied whorls of ink.

If these sculpted soul waves can reach out and touch your heart, they would have found their way home.

Manic Sylph

17th December 2016