Continued… Alayna came back. She was to be my first appointment that morning and throughout the night before at home in bed, I thought about her. All of her. Her feel, her taste, and that spark of a crush. A...

I was sick of it now I'm done with it tired of the rush, rush, rush I've given enough to people who are lazy fucks outrageous expectations working 7 days a week they act like I'm a machine one that doesn't get weak and tired, frustrated, angry asking me...

“winter palette"Winter leans inwith a painter’s restraint,lifting soft bluesfrom the frost’s first breath,letting tree‑shadows sketchsilver across the ground.Branches rise like quiet script,each stroke a reminderthat pared‑back beautyasks only to be seen..