artistic expression of that pleasure has a cost that far exceeds the the work-less disabler's possibilities to pay for the artistic materials. The wrecks know that and never judge any for the begging. So while looking at the wise walls my dark thoughts vanished from site at a glimpse. There is no wonder for I titled my photo the cosy chat. We both were visualizing the art showrooms that were inhabited by the colorful dreams in spite of the impotency to enter them.because of my financial poverty... Sorry for the sad ending, but this blog is my diary where I am free to question loudly what for do I continue to live? When will the Lord will take me home? Why do I need to face my inability to share my dreams and can talk just with the wracked walls?
Ah, lets smile. I can blog for a free. Is that not grand?