Since I've been writing about him, I've been thinking less about him. Writing vents me and at the same time heals me.
-The art of not holding anything back, spit it out... write it, paint it, study it, make it up, draw it, plant it, but never leave it inside. What you don't say, consumes you.
YOU ARE READING
CONJOINED
PoetryFor him, when he hugs me, he makes me feel like I'm coming home after a long day at work.
