e.e. cummings – and feeling

“(and feeling:that if day

has to become night

this is a beautiful way)”


-e.e. cummings


march holds no diary for shadows

she stepped amongst the greenest blades

sun pounding on her youthful skin, eyes closed,

finding grace in the warmth which embraces heavy hearts


the sun brings healing to those who seek life, expelling diamond beads of anguish

gravity softly weighs down and they tumble gently off her forehead

crashing into the grassy forest below, comforting aching bones

march holds no diary for the shadow cast to those who stand tall

Freedom found within a crowded room.


my lil sis

And the greatest of all fears stems from the battle we wage upon ourselves.  Exposing oneself to complete vulnerability allows us to examine the naked truths and mold vain deceptions into what defines us – allowing us to see the exquisite beauty found beneath every imperfection.  Conquering one’s self mirrors impossibility and stands as the most cunning fabrication, a lie which leads to the greatest of all torments: The prison we’ve created beneath our flesh.

All false judgment and negativity leave no stain on the soul of freedoms victories.

For a man to conquer himself is the first and nobelist of all victories.” -Plato

passion – nowhere but here



Describing the absolute rapture, claiming all sense of reality, is absurd and unattainable – when i’m lost within the nothingness of passion, I close my eyes and melt into the hands of music.  There is nowhere else i’d rather be.

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain”

-Bob Marley