There is a sweet ravine, but it cannot be seen...
The Waking World
Lay claim to the vibrant ebullience that is the waking world...
There must come a point when I might become my own.
It’s Pouring – Revisited
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
Hearing the Stars, Pt. I: On Estrella Tower
Amid the expanse of the starry sky last night, I felt lost, but only for a moment. I was surrounded my mountains and dear friends, but my place in the world has never been so blurred. Growing up is hard, and now I realize it's not that no one told us that makes it difficult... Continue Reading →