There are innumerable whispers in my head, sometimes it feels like they’re going to break forth like torrents. I am not special, I more like consider me as an exhibition of art. I am seen in different forms by many who stand to gaze upon. The smudging enveloping of the reality of my existence, the dawning of it, when all the pretences and façades are taken off is truly humbling
A Place Where Thoughts are laid bare. And Whispers are like Torrents. Loud enough for everyone to hear