reciprocity comes from the courage to be open

i prayed too late in the night god was already asleep

Gifts: skepticism limitation secrecy mistrust obedience judgement censorship ignorance paranoia outlying jealousy shame repeition

expression is the undeniable DNA of experience honesty is the birth of regalia

returning to ourselves: i see a woman walking through the apartment hallway with a welcome home balloon & a carton of eggs a short time passes .. i see woman bike towards me with a welcome home balloon tied to her waist “welcome home” i begin to notice everyone is returni...

your past observes you to see if you can handle being seen with the wisdom you hold now

the solosit may always return to the orchestra when the piece is prepared for a larger soundscape

master the feeling & the compass to feeling right will have a point

heart shaped glasses are left on the ground the lenses are gone but the hearts remain intact

a girl who was never allowed anything tucks things away delicately intricately, collecting all her favourite discoveries cheristing them with every ounce in fear that when others know what she’s found it will be taken just as they once were

i can’t show you what exaclty it’s like to be where i was but i’ll show you the void of the memory and all that stands

a tiny red ballet flat acts as a charm which swings left and right like a pendulum i imagine a younger girl with a broken arm and a pink tutu around her waist she was a little pink cloud floating through the sky she was me

a mansion with many rooms: each one warmer than the next every room exudes a commitment to an idea embellishments live to cement that mahogany, velvet, and wallpaper come to mind; which i’m free to explore i wake up to remember cream wallpaper with rich, pink flourishes ...

reciprocity comes from the courage to be open

i prayed too late in the night god was already asleep

Gifts: skepticism limitation secrecy mistrust obedience judgement censorship ignorance paranoia outlying jealousy shame repeition

expression is the undeniable DNA of experience honesty is the birth of regalia

returning to ourselves: i see a woman walking through the apartment hallway with a welcome home balloon & a carton of eggs a short time passes .. i see woman bike towards me with a welcome home balloon tied to her waist “welcome home” i begin to notice everyone is returni...

your past observes you to see if you can handle being seen with the wisdom you hold now

the solosit may always return to the orchestra when the piece is prepared for a larger soundscape

master the feeling & the compass to feeling right will have a point

heart shaped glasses are left on the ground the lenses are gone but the hearts remain intact

a girl who was never allowed anything tucks things away delicately intricately, collecting all her favourite discoveries cheristing them with every ounce in fear that when others know what she’s found it will be taken just as they once were

i can’t show you what exaclty it’s like to be where i was but i’ll show you the void of the memory and all that stands

a tiny red ballet flat acts as a charm which swings left and right like a pendulum i imagine a younger girl with a broken arm and a pink tutu around her waist she was a little pink cloud floating through the sky she was me

a mansion with many rooms: each one warmer than the next every room exudes a commitment to an idea embellishments live to cement that mahogany, velvet, and wallpaper come to mind; which i’m free to explore i wake up to remember cream wallpaper with rich, pink flourishes ...