life trickles down pebbles fallen from the hard places we break ourselves out of. a little bit of everything, scatters the ground, unevenly fitting into place. these pebbles, creating roads to journeys, building homes we live in. pieces of our own identities. these pebbles, i never know what to think, what i'll see or who [...]
something is wrong, i see your deeply felt eyes and we speak soulfully. you look away and i hear your sadness, tears fall. my heart outlines itself, i can feel it so strongly. the lines tighten up and it breaks for you. how do you console, comfort and relieve, when a life is gone? what [...]
Holding onto our ideals, Tightly, in our closed fists. Covered and secured, It doesn't see the light. Too closed into the darkness Where nothing appears And creations disappear.
Like a gentle mother, you hold their hands. The baby insecurities you used to store away. Wandering in dark corners of sequestered forests. But honestly, honest, who isn't broken? We were once young, under the sun, Cradled from the innocence of our time. But that is not real, that is not forever. Beauty of humanity [...]
to all who celebrate, happy St. Patrick's day! this collage is for you and wishing all of us a little luck today :)
For the first time, I heard your words. The other day, when I came upon your song. They were simple, yet deeply thoughtful. I didn't care really, the first time. It wasn't something I'm used to. To go back to. To relate with. But I awoke one morning with you in my head. The words [...]
To all the women in all the land all around the world, I thank you. For all that you have achieved. For all that you have fought for. For all that you do, every single day. I am so proud to be a woman. I am so proud to stand beside strong, intelligent, creative individuals [...]
To love someone To see someone Is to accept them. Red hearts, scarves and coats, Shoes walking on this road. A symbol for unity and understanding. I am proud to be a woman. I walk with you. My heart is so full of red. In my veins, in my soul. Pops of red show themselves [...]
I think I drew this sometime last year. I like to think that the cat wasn't going to harm this fish. He was only curious.
Photographed in a red sweater, Small and cute, feelings weren't identifiable. Older I got, feelings became inescapable. Teenage angst and hormonal frustrations, Uprooted from innocence into paths of confusion. In the grasps of adulthood, entangled in-between. Hearts no longer seen and tears tucked at the seams. Hidden behind professionalism and personal, Wondering, what does life [...]