Safe Place
It’s hard to breathe — to enkindle that lust for consumption — and be where I’m expected to be, when all I want is to do is draw the petals … Continue reading Safe Place
to a growing existence…
It’s hard to breathe — to enkindle that lust for consumption — and be where I’m expected to be, when all I want is to do is draw the petals … Continue reading Safe Place
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation