"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am too much. I am too much, to be let go." Number 73 in the 2017 Literary Awards Completed 12/21/16 My 1st poetry book.

It's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it with more deafening thoughts and endless holes. And so you run. You run away from everything. Because you aren't sure how to deal with yourself and the chaos that wraps around you. You're terrified of the chaos that embraces you because it's too quiet. It's all in your mind. No one can hear you scream. The silent chaos are the most dangerous ones. ••• [ a collection of poems ]