emotional evocative

Rita was that friend that understood the language of loneliness. . . . The days away from now stretched on for months. Communication from Rita was a beacon of change with promises of highs and lows. Not many know and understand the fire in my brain; this want-to-be debilitating fire chokes me with attempts of … More emotional evocative

seek

Betwixt the drug of you and the and the pain of art, I lived torn. I crave that passion of connection and the solitude of my soul cuts me in as a pawn and tugs and yanks me far deep into creation. It is me, it was me… I stop walking and then I run… … More seek