How wonderful it is To wake up when the light of the morning is speaking in soft whispers through the lace covered windowsTo drink in my surroundings that blanket me with warmth and an indescribable peace.It was always you. Today, I count my blessings and I realize they are too abundant to keep track ofHow … More Everything we need
I haven’t seen him in a long time, relatively still I see him all the time, if you know what I mean. When he was with me, my thoughts would flow out of my brain like the waves from the ocean, they were easy and fluid and sometimes rough around the edges. I used my … More Turning into
You told me that a tiger’s stripes didn’t make him a tiger. It was his ability to hunt and the weaknesses of his prey that make him king. I have heard the word “fuck” come out of your mouth like it was beautiful and you wanted to savor it and roll it around before spitting … More Prey
We lead ourselves Love ourselves and Etch artwork into our skin That is supposed to remind us of when we were happy But we don’t know ourselves In the pursuit of ourselves And we either believe in ourselves Or believe in something else. We look at ourselves with disgust but Tell everyone how we really … More The World
I have been living in the farthest corners of my imagination since before I would think to lay eyes or fingertips on you. I have stared at artwork that begs me to keep dreaming even though I have forgotten what the nip of cold air feels like four thousand miles away from my bed sheets … More Painted Shadows
I would say that I am a flightless bird, but there was that one time that I had wingsand I still have thembut honestlybetween the move and the demons that reared their ugly heads into my safe spacethey’re probably shoved in a drawer somewhere,inside the dresser I painted because I thought I was an artist … More The Truth About Artists
I see you in the little voids I will never be able to fill. Everything screams you were wrongbut so was I and I want so badly to forget who we were and forget that clocks exist. I feel you in between the moments of resting and wakingbut there are things I will never tell … More Little Things.