Is it okay that I started so late?
It seems like all things have finally left me. I mean to include words too – my most forgiving savior. I am convinced that it is part of the final stage of this long odyssey I’ve en-trailed on for almost twenty-two years. Heavy, hot flashes of headaches and turbulent washes of emotion fill my days. […]
Everything is so far away — a tonic away.
Trauma makes abrasions, lines and circles that exquisitely permeate and colour the lens of our eyes; the blood of our mind. Poison’d in entrapment.