Pulling on my human heart strings in hopes to facilitate healing through art in grief. This is a piece to say my peace.
This isn’t the space that I’d want be writing in* but I think somehow that stands metaphorically with my 20s. Our 20s. Maybe I live in my own absurd matrix of the times but damn it’s this such a vulnerable time to be alive: in your 20s. Everything feels fickle, and it kind of is. … Continue reading 1 month in2 twenty5
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 —
I've seen unrequited love in the mirror a few times. I ignored her. Told her to stop coming around here and clouding my eyes because 'I am whole.' Until I met you.... Until my creator placed me in front of a love so pure that I had no choice but to confront my own impurities, … Continue reading Part 3
I left this space the moment I created this space. To some degree, I'm doing this for me. Maybe to all degrees. I've never been someone that can pick up 'where we've left off' and not shed light on whatever was swept under the rug or kept in the dark. As plainly as possible, I … Continue reading Forced Into Awakening: 2018