Pulling on my human heart strings in hopes to facilitate healing through art in grief. This is a piece to say my peace.
The older I get the wearier I’m becoming. Over years, lovers turned to strangers, friends then to enemies, or even worse, strangers. I understand falling out, I understand out growing, but I think the constant shift is starting to fuck with me. The world that lives inside my brain eats me whole constantly, and then … Continue reading 20somethings —