We found ourselves at high tide

Glenn Willis

the ghost of Glenn Willis haunts my apartment.
he undos the screws on my door and lets himself in.
and walks around
and around
and around.
i have yet to see Glenn Willis.
but i've heard him as he creaks around my wooden floor.

Statement (considered)

The heart is the body's testimony to the energy humans naturally carry. We are resilient. We are capable of so much. A love lived stronger in one heart, does not subdue the fact it magnificently existed with another. People come and go; we evolve. A human's ability to adapt is a beautiful thing - humans changing in a way that the ocean ebbs her salty hands at the shore. We are meant to weave in and out of many lives; to hold each other together like a patchwork quilt. Never cut the thread at the seam, or remove the present needle. Both are required in order to live and exist fully.

White

I used to dream about my wedding day.
I used to believe in true love.
My heart has stretched to capacity.
Like raw canvas around stretcher bars.
The vacancy sign continues to flicker.
I have lost a dear friend.
I have lost a friend.
I have lost a sister.
I have lost a lover.
I have lost a love.
I have lost myself.
My heart has begun to crumble.
But continues to beat through the ruble.

city girl

Starbucks on water
Lemongrass green tea
One packet of honey
Dirty feet
Dirty hair
Dirty face
Back to the studio
Turpentine on canvas
Cerulean and ochre
...paint
... ... paint
... ... ... paint

9/30

I can't listen to love songs cause my love don't love me anymore.

9/12

Maybe I'll always be the other woman.

I am not stable enough to build upon.

When these sandals break - its all over.

13 states in one summer.

I know I'll be leaving you... 

hopeful romantic

Love is a scary word. I hope someday this changes. I hope someday it transforms into freedom and peace. 

After loving you, I fear loving another person ever again. The process of tearing down walls and building them back up has made me weary and I am so tired. But the struggle to hold something broken together becomes just as exhausting. Still, I hold on for dear life. Always so hopeful.

I (heart) NYC

I don't want to leave this place. The energy. The potential for the existence of multiple lives. The indulgence of curiosity. The exploration of various interests. The deep culture. The ever present art and intoxicating creativity flow. The history. All of the beautiful people. There is no time in New York City. You are limitless.
The combination of vulnerability and empowerment. You feel connected, yet completely self-reliant. Human resilience sparkles like the city lights - always on. Independent dependency. Moments surround you. It is there - then it is gone. Memory tested, erased, altered, intensified. New York City is romantic.

I feel so alive.

If I wanted it - I went.

If I hated it - I left.

I was greeted.

I was hated.

I was obsessed.

I was ignored.

New York City is beautiful.
The experiences are endless.