Even as we let go of that which no longer serves our hearts grow wings. ***** I am venturing into new territory, and have established
Why must I suffer acne still? What trick of fate, whose wily will? I am too far over the hill, refuse to take a teenage
How can we speak of desire when needs, unmet ravage our sense of survival – we’ll regret this wanton display – flames subside but hunger
Moments like this, possibility spreads out like a vibrant valley – limitations blurred – A harmonic tapestry.
Winter – the colour of my hair, a sedentary state of being, the numbing over of ambitions… These are but illusions… I am fluid, essence
Creativity is a jungle – unharnessed overgrowth threatens the light – chaotic madness ensuing Genius enters the chaos – culls the extraneous – captures the