Begin my studies with the paper and this pencil and i'm working through the grammar of my fears.
...science and violence turned silence to rage.
Now I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
Feelings are not everything! There is very little absolute truth in life.
I cry when I feel like crying.
Unjust use of force, strength, and brutality. Those are the forces that make me feel vulnerable.