The Whole of My Heurt

The Heart is a wound that never stops bleeding,
but it is this very wound that keeps us alive.

Neverhome

The realization settles in on me again that I am in a place where I do not belong...and as before, I am required to leave this place that is not my home.

Neolithic

This one took a couple of months to resolve itself into this structure.  I came back to it on several different occasions to make sure it was finished with itself.  It was actually begun during the summer of 2011. There is some kind of comment about void thought going on here, but I have no idea what it might be.