moehime

No needles touch skin, nor any pills, or even inhaled. Yet somehow they remain away, away from this harsh Earth. They stare out windows seeing things that aren't there talking to myths and legends. So far, far away then we ever could even think. Thoughts on paper, images scrawled down in hasty markings. Things said and drawn that never have been before. How do they keep going without being grounded to this dark Earth. Yet they are here, more than we ever think seeing things that others never can. They are writers and artists using something that we have forgotten seeing and hearing with their imagination.