PURE

People paint a peculiar picture of vanity. Unrelenting ideas of what’s the perfect pretentions. Reflecting on what will be socially accepted. Experiencing self doubt on their own image. P.U.R.E Wake up to a splash of water to your face, Look in the mirror and smile at what reflects back. Never turn and look away in…

Patience

Crafting my cadence to reflect on this waitlist. Waiting, waiting, waiting… Elevator music is playing. As we rise to the top floor, There you are similar to my preferred pedestal. Plans in motion, without a specific motive. How did we get here? How did we intervene? How could what feels meant to be, feel so…

Bring Forth The Dark Ages

Ever wonder where the people on magazines, newspapers, and milk cartoons are? The papers claim that they’re missing, and no one really hears what happens to them. Could they be lost in the red light district, or enslaved to terrible human beings. I sit here and ponder on this thought as I walk into the…