why do you never ask the real questions?

why do you never ask the real questions?

why does the “i” in family mean that i must be isolated; a lonely island of one, was i cursed to never truly fit in? emotions rage inside of me; i am my own tsunami. i wreck havoc, on myself, those around me-am i a monster? a staple black sheep, maybe, just maybe, they will [...]

inflorescence

inflorescence

It is finally done! I guess I can't go back!   I have been on and off this blog and my instagram account working on this project. inflorescence is entirely a catharsis for me–getting out all these emotions, memories, pains, and delights out and putting it to paper. They always say, if you say a [...]