whirlwind of color beating senseless the cage where words have been trapped too long...
Raise the curtain
Finally, I star in my own show, after living my entire life as an understudy.
im silent footsteps stepping in pools of water, revealing myself to those who pay attention.
Amateur for Now
I'm a poet in disguise; someday, my words will make someone feel something that's real.
Where do I fit?
Who am I? I am Tetris: Forever seeking order within the unrelenting yet blissful chaos.
Living for my adventures, trying to stop making mistakes, and failing miserably lots of times.
Can’t speak so I write, I’m a completely different person when the clock strikes midnight.
who i am
i divide my time between
with my characters
pretending to be okay
one word: scatterbrained.
Handcrafted sculpture, fickle acceptability; tear stained memories and legalities; midnight instability; fear fed demons linger.
How I long to describe myself, but I can't describe something I've never known .