Tall walls. Walls that even sunlight cannot penetrate. No sound. No scent.
Write like everyone you know is dead
In an age of content and commercialism where consumerism is celebrated and the commodification of art is, if not necessarily desired but certainly required, is it enough to just make pretty pictures devoid of soul?
Intelligence is a poor measure of a quality human being. Humility is a far better metric.
because I have the memory of a squirrel
One afternoon in July when a hug saved me
Feel the punishment, can't commit the sin
I am far too busy doing the things of life to live a life.
240920 8:00p CST
You never know how white you are until you discover yourself immersed in a culture where you don’t understand anything that’s going on.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
8/25/24, 1:41:50 AM
My day started with thinking I have covid. :☹️
Psalm 8: 3,4
