Enough now. Enough of the stops, don'ts, doubts, blank stares at empty pages. The Death card has turned up for ego - so small yet so loud - a sparrow's cry in a canyon echoing - an illusion of bigness. Peace doesn't live in illusion. Peace is where ink finds paper, and Voice forms the white spotlight … Continue reading Begin


you're erased. not even the ghosted outline remains of your print on this space, and I feel like I should be standing on your grave instead of on the ashes of a life you left with so much ease… I've set fire to you twice now - and found no peace. Even watching the blue … Continue reading Bonfire