wild things

okay, I have spent enough time on the workshop, the artwork and articulating my emotions and relationship. Time to return to IT: the open space presentation, my project, the wild things, the stories and the trajectories.



I made a mistake and I never forgot
I tied knots in the laces of
My worried shoes
And with every step that I'd take I'd remember my mistake
As I marched further and further away
In my worried shoes

And the feet broke free
I didn't need to wear
Then I knew the difference between worrying and caring
'Cause I've got a lot of walking to do
And I don't want to wear
My worried shoes

(it's going to be the last day of feb)

again

anxious landscape

I am anxious, feeling weak and powerless in this city now.

Where am I going?