Howling Words

I always had a thing for blue eyes. I'd have to admit that I’ve never seen blue eyes quite like his; he was crazy, no, he was psychotic,...

Do I love myself? I do. At times I'd dispute against my inherent abiding psyque and that was allowable, as it was during the remnant of...

I have yet to find words best suited to describe the ferocity and the delicate timbers from which my mind births entire Universes from.

Some of my thoughts are like dreams that never come true. Unspoken, stuck between me and the audiable palpitable world.

She was a work of art fueled by one too many tragic endings, and like so, only allowed herself to be free in stories and memoirs.

Don’t blame your parents, because just as they damaged you, just as they broke you, someone broke them. It doesn’t justify them, but it...

Whomever dares love my dark edges and hatching brush strokes will see the same thing I’ve struggled see in me: A masterpiece.

I forgot you, I forgot who you were and what you stood for, but I can’t seem to let go - I wish I knew how to throw you, and your memory...

When we deny ourselves a form of self-expression, the Spirit dissipates into a vortex of combobulated emotion and what follows is what I...

There are six hundred and seventy personality traits, six hundred and seventy. Knowing the fact that you don’t need to have more than...