Overexposing my innards to careless hearts and hands is a practice I am prepared to stop performing.

“When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, ot…”

“If I had no imagination, I would hate you. But I don’t want to be part of your …”

“It's a finger snapping kind of day.”

“I write with my spine, create through my heart and defiant mind. Happy or not h…”