Philip is a farmer. He seeks solace in writing when his existence becomes heavier than his mind can carry, or When green is not the color he wants to see.
In a land where we all have been bitten by mad flies,Where the rain has washed us all of innocence…
Some things are new to me,These feelings are strange,Feelings I’m still fraternizing with,Like a baby’s hand, on paper, fiddling, learning to write;Like friendship,And the one…