words that pound…



I was told fire can be friend or foe At times it consumes you beautifully Yet it obliterates you completely The next day.

...lullabies of life splattered on asphalt, lullabies of a spirit who can't be caged lullabies of victories and defeats...

To a purple kind of love.

...Just like a tear rolling down a smiling face Just like that hour between night and dawn...

Born to flow.

“You are my river born to flow,” mama whispered before the show then the lights found me though my lines were determined to flee into the ocean of heads with thin hope threads being woven into my shrunk heart I... Continue Reading →

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