I bow to the unutterable light pouring from your existence

there’s no writer, artist, thinker, or musician
who is more naturally creative than you.

difference is that some people unlock
that side of themselves and open up
and practice, practice, and practice
—and you’ve chosen not to do that.

Nightmares and new aches. The pain of breaking and rebuilding is real.

Survival of the curious, the passionate, the trouble makers

1.5 speed mindfulness

fuck, softly

The struggle

I am endlessly unfolding.

possessed by the night breeze

share the words that scare you

you will only know when it’s over

I would like to run away to the woods, please and thank you.

You are here with me

come with me in search of September sin; we’ll seek autumn moons to misbehave with and paint our poetry across sunsets, in hues of gold and crimson, fern and cedarwood, vermillion and fog

Holding my own heart is what I do now, and feed it and kiss it and tell him to take a break now, and rest

Self-revelation saved and enhanced my life; accepting my weaknesses and seeing my strengths have become an anxiety-killer and confidence builder.

a legacy is a work that’s still in constant progress

I guess it’s quite possible we’ve all lost our minds.

she comes on like a symphony