Because of What It Means (and the story I'm afraid to draw)

I. red stain on pink in a tree in the summer doing homework pointing everyone knew everyone noticed everyone but her embarrassed she ran terrified stained ashamed not just because the publicity of the moment because of everything it meant everything she hoped to avoid adults were proud kids were worried she didn’t even know […]

In which I write (really bad) poetry

Empath I believe in empaths and telepaths – like the ones you see on star trek. I believe that energy connects everyone, regardless of our awareness. I feel energy from people I don’t know, I feel the energy of arguments that aren’t even heated. I feel the sads of people trying to communicate and making […]