Today. a Cloudy day. Caught by my own Whisperings. I thought about whitewashing. I covered my existing work with white. Or white-ish. Un-dyed actually. Not sure if I will be the same. I might be forever in between. Understanding and not. And perhaps wordless here for a while. Or longer.
Have you ever just known. That everything had changed ? Like in a clear way? It is quite alarming. And explaining is not an option.
What if this is it?
