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
The one thing I hate the most about depression is that it is so unpredictable for me. I have gone weeks without feeling an ounce of sadness or worthlessness and then suddenly the chaotic carousel decides to run again and I can't jump off before it's spinning out of control and the friction from the… Continue reading carousel of depression
Unraveling my soul 