Sometimes I just need to write with no meaning. Just let words be words Instead of drowning in undercurrents of emotions.Not all wars are won with blood red ink staining the page. Sometimes the greatest victory Is simply creating with no purpose at all. Solely enjoying the process for what it is, A realignment with … Continue reading Ink Without War
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Under My Skin
Recently, I’ve noticed that I hold onto chaos like a lifeline. Breathing in its energy and letting it fuel me into survival. I use it like a drug. Each hit I take draws me deeper into its strangling hold, gasping for freedom and breath… and yet, simultaneously gives me what I need to make it … Continue reading Under My Skin
Gracefully Broken 