I often feel like the internet/social media is a party where I know no one, and am having a hard time finding someone to talk to. It's loud, the snippets of conversation I'm getting are dull, and those having the best time have been around a while.

Meanwhile, I'm bored and want to go home.

Maybe the real New Years resolution is the compassion we found along the way.

Don't focus on what you CAN'T do; focus on what you can.

A reason I love writing poetry is to take a whole lotta thoughts and complicated feelings and condense it down to a few words to get my point across.

otherwise we'd be here for ages.

I am struck so much harder by the dehumanization of racism than I was before. The reminder of my (various levels of) lesser status in the eyes of others hits hard.

A burning fire has begun to settle within me.

I will be acknowledged.

That period as an artist when your taste outstrips your skill is such a painful and humbling time.

You get better with leaps and bounds and yet, are still unable to meet your own vision most of the time

Why do I make things that I'm proud of only to say...

~ Oh I cOuLd NeVeR sHaRe it ~

Just got here and someone already had my weird mispell- ahem- intentionally creative internet handle.

Things are going great!