Multi heart, multi ears and multi art.
Total isolation and deprivation, multi tongues moving back and forth between lost gaps in my memory.
I cannot be any more descriptive to a pen and paper filled with every word in existence written on its surface.
I am the multi-artist, cursed with the inability to explain how I feel to those whom my words fall on the misguided and ignorant lips.
I cannot show you in print what you need, but I can paint you a demonstration to...