I have a great if mass of feelings in my stomach.
I feel it. It’s anxiety and worry, stress, sadness and despair. I am going to lose someone this year, my world is going to grow dark. I can’t do a single damn thing about it.
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Monday
Sometimes I need to be reminded
Sometimes I watch Law & Order: SVU just to hear Olivia Benson say, “It’s not your fault.” That predators look for light. They look for ...
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I am equal parts wildflower meadow and internet chaos. I split my life between Austin and Harlem like some kind of feral fairy with Wi-Fi,...
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Blurry and the days get busier. I fill my days with work and sleep. I plant, I grow, I bake, I read.. I've noticed there's been a l...
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This is just a design on paper craft, but what I see is the feeling of it: being surrounded by layers of green, where every leaf catches a...