Mirrored faces reflect faces mirrored.The mirror can break,appear as impassible spindles of web,and sometimes it can shattermy only doorway to my utopian psychosis.  The voice that emerged I didn't recognizeit was holding conversations outside of meto a being, I...

my thoughts crash into you with a great ache of rejectionmy face turned towards yours, you look awayassaulted vision, you with someone elsemy sacred vault spill outmy vulnerability on displaywords tumble from my lipsones of hurt and sadnessuntil it...

My thoughts worry I don't feel good todayMy nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankledIt's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tuneIt just makes my foul mood stark in comparisonAlcatraz, except my prison is...

August 15, 1788        Mon Cher Donatien     As a daughter of the Enlightenment, I have always been wary of religion. Preferring instead the sect of reason. Of cause and effect, of action then reaction. But I have...