my guardian dear

i felt myself replacing trading one obsession for another looking for a new lead in the stories to tell myself at night to keep me from studying eternity & collapsing into my own anxiety stories to help me not be consumed by my own lonely heart and hollow soul i tell myself stories about someone…

walking in beauty

∏ Ô ∏ Do you really think it is a gift, hearing opportunity knocking at any given moment in time, balancing out the mountains and valleys, rivers and lakes, all the oceans and skies, between the life I’m breathing into a world of my design, a word made of letters, of countless variables and multitudes…