The strong-aired curves swerve – a typhoon, perturbed, as forceful winds flurry with feverish words – our, mind’s micro-tornadoes dictate the day-to-day of this play, though, society keeps us locked in to the track we’re on, molding us, like Play-Doh – the goalposts are moving targets, dancing to wind-chimed rhythms, floating through life’s maze and … Continue reading Spirals