Recklessness

Can’t you dream of impossible things? meet me in the middle of the darkest room: expand my mind              lift my heart kiss my knuckles               crush my...

Blending

By blending the lines between illusion and reality, I realize the only guarantee is that manipulation will be a dying art form as others lost the gift of sight in the eye of the storm.   I...

Inkwell Spotlight: A Beautiful Change

I walk down a narrow path filled with a dark sense when I hear the babbling brook laugh but it's choking and tense. I feel sharp eyes on my back that make me spin around to see all that I...