David William Sampson

Festival: 2017

Do you love me? Do you fear me?
Do you have that instinctive maternal sentiment when gazing into the eyes?

I have my place in the world; in this obsurd, odd place, where neglented innocence exists, where lost souls stir and the alternatives hide.
I have seen the unreal, fathomed from the imagination. I can smell the darkness, but feel the light on my cheeks.
As a child, all I ever wanted is a safe place, I am playful in my sadness, lost in my flaws and longing in my needs.

Won’t you come and play with me? Protect me from harm? Keep me safe? Take me home?