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Coffee Won’t Cure Me – a writing
Read more: Coffee Won’t Cure Me – a writingBut I drink it anyways. The more time goes on, the more bitter I get; the complete opposite of what I strive. I see the truth and falsity behind almost every eye yet I still look for something real anyway. It’s a shame how people are. I watch looks of…
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While I wait for the world to keep spinning
Read more: While I wait for the world to keep spinningI want to drown in every word I’ve ever spoken and regurgitate anything that ever mattered. If I could retrace my steps, would I? To only find the things that count. I wonder how my life will play out as I write//erase//rewrite//every word written. Where’s the music I crave? I…
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Walking the tight rope 1
Read more: Walking the tight rope 1It’s Monday and as I have a lot of work to do on myself in life and much more, I can see a dimension where all that I’ve built within, crumbles down to the ground. A deep heartbreak—not too far away. I try to walk in a single-file line within…
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Ode to San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City
Read more: Ode to San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York CityOh San Fran, a friend of mine visited you the other day and reminded me of our time well spent together Christmas Day. I remember being in a coffee shop alone, one of the only ones open, that seemed to be as narrow as a crack and filled with belongings…
God, girlhood, & everything in-between