Where do I let my hopes hang? In the air with scents of flowers… How do I let my emotions reign? Among animals I am not brave enou… Why do I share the shards of my p…
I am claustrophobic, mountains are liberating, of my humble human anxiety. Bodies of water seem provocative, with their two-dimensional facade,
I choose love I choose love I choose love Because it is you Because it is you
We need more community. For chron… For poverty– the myth through stor… For AIDS, for overdose too. We need more community, the kind t… selflessness, and non-judgmentalis…
What happens when my ADHD is unleashed? Or is it anxiety confused as attention deficit? My ideas now flow
My mind is a million miles away fr… How’d I get all the way over here… Is there a train going back? Can I get back by 6am tomorrow mo… I gotta be in the icu,
The first time I heard the word p… She slammed my head against the wa… And I stared straight back into t… Fuming with fire, scorching the ho… There was nowhere to run, nowhere…
River is always changing, with a crack coming out of the cli… the river from the cliffs, down to the beach, carved out in an alcove,
All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…
The waves crash over the barnacle… Crabs and small fish tangle in a b… The air and water meld as one cont… Each are in pursuit of their own m… Birds hover over the seemingly una…
I saw anger, justice, passion, eng… I saw despair, emaciation, dysphor… I saw shame, fear, desperation fl… I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors r… I saw provocation, hostility, infl…
Within the dead of those we choose… lies a truth forever gone. Within the dead of those we choose… choose to hate, or never cared enough to know
When faced with the worst of human… the obsession became love. It could have become something els… When faced with those who could so… the obsession could have become ha…
It doesn’t come through governance… it has existed all throughout. It doesn’t come through war, fear and revenge masquerade as lib… It doesn’t come through money,
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…