I have many homes. Each one is beautiful in its unsteadiness, its story, its existence, the memories, its smell, the small, silent whispers the people, its shelter, the walls that saw it all, and most importantly, they are all mine. -- The girl who traveled through unfamiliar doors. Only to realize they all began with... Continue Reading →
"You're not real, but I am." To know the difference is freedom. To realize your scream is presence. To understand your words is expression. To hold on when you want to let go is strength. A thought is only a thought until you let it grow. Don't let its roots cause the grass to fade,... Continue Reading →
He has big red shoes, brightly striped pants, and a round waist with ruffled white accents. He has puffy shoulder pads, a rounded sleeve with faded ruffles, and dingy white gloves. His face is white and his smile distorts real movements, smeared red lips. His smile curls up until just below his eyes and he... Continue Reading →
"It's the piercing eyes that determine your fate. Their dynamic fur of a colorful blend. The story! A growl detailing the ending. Like a wolf, it will be too late when you hear my howl. An accomplishment that can only make the ones who doubt her unsettled & paranoid. After all, where am I hiding?"... Continue Reading →
Tiny pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They are all interwoven. I can only remember one piece And I don't know how I got to it. I'm standing on an island. Water surrounds me. I have so much to say, but I can't tell you. I can't pinpoint its beginning and end. I have thoughts rising... Continue Reading →
I'm at a loss for words sometimes. & Sometimes the tide gets rough and knocks the wind out of me. We are all standing in a sea of dreams. Hoping to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?
Our thorns are rarely thought of as beautiful. We focus on the need to protect ourselves from the pain they can inflict. What do others think of your thorns? What does that say about the people who want to be invited in? There is some sense of peace when a gentle touch meets a jagged,... Continue Reading →
I'm new to letting the world understand me. Knowing who I am, my real self, is a privilege. Many aren't given the chance. I'd rather be a scattered puzzle, than another pretty face. Porcelain always seemed too fragile. Solid and heavy, from my words to my eyes, made an impression nobody forgets. I'd rather pierce... Continue Reading →