On the Edge of Nowhere
I look but cannot see. I listen but cannot hear…I speak but know not what... I move blindly forward…I no longer want to be on the Edge of Nowhere…I want to be here—now…
How can I know where I’m going if I know not where I’ve been?
Original: 18 x 18 - acrylics
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