Walking walking,

looking for the bus,

cannot find one,

which way which way,

one way is the only way there,

it’s cold on my hands,

but I let them be cold,

feel the sensation of cold,

cold hands is a normal thing,

slow hands,

like slugs,

creeping and delayed,

I write and its hard,

my hands not very responsive,

asleep in stasis,

but I just want to write.

Author: Sam

I'm a multi-media artist, working with drawing, painting, textiles and motion expression, I have been living in Asia for the last 6 years, I'm originally from Wales, in the UK, thanks for seeing my work, please get in touch if you'd like to discuss, my works are available to buy from my shop. Please consider supporting my work, you can purchase something from my shop, all support is greatly appreciated.

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