‎”I never saw a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen from the bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.” D.H Lawrence

Will you bring me to the edge And throw me into your eyes Let me sink into your river And slip between your sighs Let me see the world you pulse in Where you speak without any words Where you … Continue reading →

Sometimes it just feels so amazing to erase, to press delete, to flip the page and run your fingertips over a fresh, blank sheet of paper. I know on the surface it seems so unimportant, so physical, but really you … Continue reading →