Growth

  • Alleyways

    Slinking down alleyways, thrilled by the rippling dark. Black upon white, cold stone. Daisies tilt their heads: smile. Axes bite into crimson bone, dwelling in the corners of the corners. Pure. Devilish. A curious mix. Grace breathes life into fire.… Continue reading

  • For Love

    People call them boundaries. I just call them walls. To keep the love in. Or out. I could use a boundary or two. But what would I be if it wasn’t for love? What would I be if it wasn’t… Continue reading

  • Woman

    I couldn’t possibly know who I am. I’m so many things, places, people, feelings: it would be impossible to really say. Who I am, that is. The question of who I want to become also seems pointless. I want to… Continue reading

  • The Story Of Us

    Have you noticed how life leaves clues along the way? At the time the clues are dropped, we often miss them (or at least, I do) but looking back, it’s so clear why this thing, that thing, or the other… Continue reading

  • Bread-loaf

    I see, now, that my truth will never be yours. And your truth will never be mine, because we are two seperate grains in the bread-loaf of life. But we are the same in some ways. We are both the… Continue reading

  • Nothing Is Certain

    Nothing is certain. I fight that feeling, everyday. The knowing that I don’t know the answers. And probably never will. So, I suppose, then that some things are certain after all. Continue reading

  • Send Me The Sun

    Oh, aching heart. Open to the wind and the rain and the blossoms that fall. Bring me my one true love. The girl who knows me. The girl who’ll always catch my heart, and hold it as if it were… Continue reading

  • Life

    She sat under the moon, folded in the quiet of night. The questions rolling down her cheeks were warm, and yet they were so so cold. And achingly unanswered. There was only surrender in that moment. Only a slice of… Continue reading