Vibes

The scars we collect, connect us. In a way that is interstellarly bounding. We share the same emotions through different experiences. We grow to the same beat...but we dance to it in our own unique way.

Wicked Games

At last, in solitude. Sitting there, silenced. In the dark. Letting the very thoughts I escaped invade my mind. Clutter me with consciousness. At this hour, nothing is hidden. I let it be. My wicked hours. A one on one with my cryptic intellect. Amidst this time I come out most liberated. Through struggles I …

Wanderluster

At times I feel as though the very thing that sets me free, contains me. Locks me up and limits me. Urges to alter this reality are compelling. The perpetual restraints. My internal conflicts. I seek, depth. Because barriers are non-existent with minds that wander...