home isn't four walls and a roof over your pretty little head. home is the heart beating against your bones.

Maybe some things weren’t always meant to be. I wasn’t meant to be with him, and he wasn’t to be with me but in the span of time, I felt there was some magic we shared, and in that span of time, we shared our dreams, our heartbreaks and our unspoken wants. We had a story, the story of him and me. Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

THE STORY OF LUKAS LANCASTER, AND HOW HE BECAME -- or, how a phoenix needs a spectacular flame to be reborn again. [ #204 spiritual 12.19.15 ]

sometimes, you feel void. #20 poetry july 14, 2016.

A collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]

BECAUSE WE ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS. [74 POETRY]

❝the uprising has begun.❞

"let's talk over coffee"

love [n.] an intense feeling of deep affection. a collection of love stories for a rainy day. none have any relevance to the others, and yet they all belong as they are all about that feeling of deep affection.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021