My face is a reflection of my mind.
Unclear. Both equally frustrate me.
Reality is a never ending cycle.
It doesn't seem to change much.
Unclear. Both equally frustrate me.
Reality is a never ending cycle.
It doesn't seem to change much.
The form of pots.
It some how relieves the senses
from disappointment that occurs
frequently in reality.
Simple vessels. Clarity.
Fired for the test of time.
