
The hanging laundry and the clouds.
A new dog follows me everywhere
he lies under the table
when there is lightning and thunder
he clings on and no one can get him away from here.

The hanging laundry and the clouds.
A new dog follows me everywhere
he lies under the table
when there is lightning and thunder
he clings on and no one can get him away from here.

“Standing at the edge of my fears
And contemplating them
Is a healthy exercise.
The extent of the boundaries
Of who I believe myself to be.