My story holds so many twists and turns that I’m not sure if I’ll make the final chapter. Not because I lack will— However, this book continually tests the limits of what a human can carry.   There were nights survival wasn’t courage, It was...

What if I told you my pictures lie  That's what you see on the outside is an illusion  That if the camera could capture the truth  You'd see many tears falling down my cheeks  ~ If only the flash brought you within this mind Then...

I am not everyone’s  cup of tea   and I swirl    like smoke     anyway. Bitter. Sweet.  Thick.   Thin. Honey  sticky   on the tongue,Milk  warm   on the lips. Steeped too long,  spilled too fast,Loud  in the mouth,Soft  in the throat. Too much.  Not enough. I do not bend  for you.I bloom  in my own cup Sipped slow,  burning,   pleasure    and sting, Exactly  as   I am.