Purpose

Iridescent… Practically unseen   Am I even there? The glass reflects   But also shatters. What do I make of […]

I once heard that all of us are mystics Who are brave enough not to overthink things And are willing

Art is transparent To those who think You’re lost    But to those who Know you’re not Its creation, colors,

she awakes, cries outpanicked over abandonmentjust like her brotherafter a freak incidentmore than half his life ago. fear is just a

Have I gone off the deep end? (I think I’m still sane) But I worry a bit When the world