A mood.

He grabs me by my collar,Hands rough and unforgiving.He pulls me close to him, bitter breathAnd bitter expression. He stares me down and says,”You aren’t enough, you’re small.You want what you want butCan’t accept it. You’re hooked on a dreamThat shattered when you reached for it.If you could will the bones within youTo fold in … Continue reading A mood.


I would have never guessed that at 23 I would be begging for stability. But I do want it and it’s something I want long term but not short term. I want to travel and live amongst different people and cultures. I want to grow and sit in different seats every day if I can. … Continue reading Stability.