The Longest Lunar Eclipse of the Century

under the moonlight i am picking up my scattered self

Poetry | Empath

I don't know when it started I was out of my body yet I still feel and see clearly she is happy he is sad she is feeling he is thinking they are breathing I was there until I was not 'til the barriers collapsed i am suddenly caged inside a room a room of… Continue reading Poetry | Empath

It’s Not You, It’s Me

It is not like I don't want these people in my life. I don't want myself to be in their lives. If that makes sense?

Inside a Writer’s Head | July Monthly Spread

Virginia Woolf once said: "So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only hours, nobody can say."