Discovering new beginnings and remolding visceral concepts. Hints as to where to start and how to look when finding a relevant voice for new expressions. Exploring one's heart, redefining one's dignity in a changing landscape.
Writing and reading in ASMR, soft spoken word poems created for relaxation and stimulating the creative process, as well stories of untethered exploration.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Last night I went to bed hungry Hungry for your touch Starving for your smile Gut rumbling emptiness Emptiness that won’t be replaced Like knowing that you won’t Have solid food for... forever Looking to the past for nourishment Nourishment that is like a diet And a hunger that is never fulfilled