(2015)
Green trees needles fading to pale blue wave an ominous hello pavement clouds hover
Whoa! Is this happening? Awareness of fear to the point of… Realizing limitations and their im… The mind can be a concrete wall
center “I’m just gonna play what I wanna… cause it feels good to do that.” Funk yeah, Beth! Funk yeah!
Told I was born inferior and soci… Defined by gender roles and social… Get used to the indoors Lose all hope of being free Learn to be adaptable to a man’s n…
Sometimes my vision shifts to gray and people become masses of chaos, unrecognizable balls of energy sur… nothing is exciting or intriguing it’s all rather fucked, isn’t it?
It feels like I’ve lived a lifeti… in a week. and this isn’t the first time. Time won’t stop to let me reconcile experience into being.
Scribbles Unintentional Manipulated Panic The classroom door slams shut. Silence makes the chair screech The American flag never looked so…
Don’t trust the vision. It’s tainted with haves and have-n… possibilities lost with the percep… current reality obscured by lookin… the present moment thrown away
Recognizing beauty: Here I am. Birds as muses, laughing voices... Transcending division
I’m not that great at loving mysel… CORRECTION: I am learning the… How we speak to ourselves, our int… is so crucial to our self-worth. From these thoughts come the actio…
It’s said, when you close your eye… you can see the ones you love. No matter how far away they are. True love doesn’t rest in the brai… it lives in the heart.
brittle bones held together by lay… fragile minds profoundly affected… our hearts hold strength but can,… depending on our process and what… proving the existence of a bond be…
Potential is not lived up to when… Loneliness is less-experienced whe… Tolerance is Lover when ignorance… Patience is Mother when suffering…
I’m jealous of your ability to esc… It seems to be so easy for you to,… dismiss the causes of your pain an… by getting drunk and “having fun,”… “It’s not easy for me, you know...…
Woke up with laughter there’s no sense chasing after what is not yet here. Sunspots on forest floors, tell me, Love, where is the door?