A clay that is no longer my clay and taken away from me and passed to someone elses hands. Someone else smoothed away paradise for me within their hands and within five minutes and thought it was help that had fell out of heaven for me .
Summer 1989, a boy did me a favour. A Summer Dolphin as blue as the sea sits in front of us. I'm saved again but is this a help or a hindrance that has been made with someone elses hand?
My brain is indebted to this help and trapped in it. Oppressions are riddled with ambiguities and I'm always saved by the thing that is slowly killing me by the summer Dolphin swimming through my heart.
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