The age of discovery, now ancient history//Derivative as we adapt
As We Adapt
Lines
I got lost in the stars tonight and, in what felt like the very first time I discovered imaginary lines between the ever-present light They connected to the palm of my hand and from there, to my heart and all that I am They burned, so I could hardly stand I fell to my knees,... Continue Reading →
Blurry Cartoons
I often find myself asking, "Who am I supposed to be?" and no matter who I ask or how often I ask it, occasionally screaming it into the wind, I've never come any closer to an answer than simply, "Myself." It's not comforting, and it most certainly is not easy. That's because it's not an... Continue Reading →
December Rose 