Words Can Crush Things That Are Unseen.

The Savages Are Upon Me And I Feel My Flesh Burn Beneath The Teeth Of Their Indifference.

There Is A Pretty Girl On The Face Of The Magazine And All I See Is My Dirty Hands Turning The Page.

But Maybe If We Are Surrounded In Beauty Someday We Will Become What We See

I Love Vulnerability. It's What Keeps Me Soft And From Becoming Emotionally Calcified.

I Love To Be Alone With Life. I Love To Study Simple Things: The Light As It Filters In A Window; The Music Of A Room Full Of People Chatting; A Horizon.