2013-12
/ krista stumphChristmas Eve 2013
between the earth and the sky, thunder and lightning play, with emotions that elate and scorn, the shock and awe of all that is alive. She sleeps, he's awake. He sleeps, she's awake. Words comes easy when the silence is present. All other existence is full and covered in layers of deep dark holes that go nowhere. My own words fill my head.
Bifurication.