...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.
I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.
Fear / a motor, / pumps me around and around / until I fade slowly.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves.