poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
"We cast upon you an evil spell of selves." She is magic. She is the moon. She is galactic, the stars and beyond. So how dare you deny her of that beautiful recipe of human experience? How dare you. She is beyond brave. She is the definition of power. And you devour every ounce of… Continue reading We call her mAlice
Picture me actually thinking that she cast some sort of spell on him. I'm so desperate to believe that he was fooled into leaving me that I'm convincing myself that I saw evil in her eyes. Why? I guess I want to make myself feel better. Because it sucks to think she may actually be… Continue reading when I saw her face
Unraveling my soul 