life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
Sometimes we seem to think that answers are a given. When actually, we hear whispers of truth formed out of nothing but thin air. The wind travels slow though the leaves flutter violently. Much like the Holy Spirit; so solemn, quiet, true, and always last. Drowned out by our own words, dreams, and sorrows. We... Continue Reading →
Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →
Memories of past recollections, quotes, letters, journal entries, pictures, notes, beginnings, endings and in-betweens written in ink, pencil, and lines of many all in a book dated as the past, present, and future me. ✏️📎📌✂️✒️📒
""You've gone mad!" he said. "No, I call it crazy." said I. "Change!" said society. Again and again. Crazed and mad she never spoke to either again."
Darkness consumes all, proves the array of shades of grey. The stars shine bright in a distant field where city lights cannot diminish them. The moon winks with its craters. I smile, in this moment distance is just another shade of grey.
Clear realistic proportionate true transparent, You. A steamy mirror rests above the sink my warm finger streak across the warm steam. Patterned lines steam face steam. Brown eyes with smeared mascara watch me. Black rivers meticulous gaze, what is she thinking? Oh, how this face will change today.
the way our lives are reflected and seen
Break the silence. End the violence.
Don't be afraid, just turn the page.
Film, Music, and Television Critic
Life or Fiction? 