I felt compelled to write after the car accident I just had. I haven’t written in what seems like a… Read more Impact.
Healing seems like a life-long process the moment there is a need to heal — heartache, betrayal, a loss, and… Read more When is the healing over?
You’ve left me with the experience of feeling both dead and alive. I guess that’s what heartbreak does to a… Read more End.
I am dry and barren; a withered desert. This dry spell is not kind, it is not jaw-dropping, it is… Read more Drought.
Silenced, is my mouth, Though the mind has much to say, Yet, I sit, silenced. – Jessa
I am seen constantly chasing light. Sometimes, for a while, the chasing game flickers, disappears, and dies. When it comes back,… Read more Chaser.
My soft cheek against your bearded skin Is enough for me to watch The moon fall to the sun, And… Read more With you.
Help me, because I am truly drowning in the quicksand that is my mind. With its thoughts racing, pulling me… Read more Fear(ful)less edges.
I love the finer things in life, but I also complain about the finer things in life. I jump between… Read more I am…
Put me on the pages of your sketchbook. Let my figure, my face, be the compilation of lines you put… Read more Muse.