Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. - Issac Asimov
Here are my thoughts. The beautiful, the raw, the weird, and the treacherous. Treat them well.
I want to feel the heartbeats of the world against the soles of my feet and the insides of my lungs.5/10/2016 There is simply not enough of me to experience all that this beautifully broken world has to offer.5/10/2016 |
the VoiceI'm a misfit. That puzzle piece lost many years ago. A letter never received. The tree that fell when there was no one to hear it. Some find me paradoxical and other don't find me at all. People are drawn to and then quickly away from me. I am hard to hate, but even harder to love. A wanderer without a home, searching for a place to land. What I'm Reading...Archives
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