neptune

distant 

orbiting 

...my thoughts are in circles.

laced with something

my grandmother's old hat. 

velvet. and patchy. and worn.

but even though its warped with age 

I like to think it fits me.

strike

playing with identities.

gold.

green.

rose.

something like that

sometimes I am both. 

sometimes I am one. 

today, with make-up and jewelry, I cut out the shapes and patterns 

to become feminine.

the passage of time

my aunt passed away today. 

I never go to know her, and somehow that makes it worse.

she gave me this hand-made doll when I was born. There's a note, saying that I would grow up to look like her.

I took it as a compliment. 

Still do. 

She wears a bonnet, carries a basket of strawberries. 

She is a relic from another era. 

... I wish my aunt and I had talked together. 

sitting pretty

I am not like you.

too difficult sometimes to disguise myself as normal.

let me instead drink wine and fight the system. 

let me lounge in my undergarments and bathe in flour.

helps, somehow.

but my voice cracks when I try to explain.

powder

caked. 

in insanity. 

I am an agent of chaos. 

black-room child

black and blue

..funny what the light catches.

What it hides. 

wild strawberries

if anyone ever tells you, 

that depression makes you a better artist? 

you tell them to shut the fuck up. 

...because it doesn't. 

what love feels like

sometimes 

you just hit a wall. 

the other side of town

driving along the beach. 

so different than I what I am used to! 

real life series

here's me. 

visiting LA. 

I want to live here. As strange as it is. 

I could be happy, I think. 

sunday

a promise made.

the last sunday I will attend church.

I feel free and sad, all at once. 

urban renaissance

grey, in the mid morning. 

rain coming soon.

noir lamplight

my grandmother's hats. 

moth-eaten with age. 

I don them, with gentleness.

caught staring

a certain kind of tiredness.

a certain kind of pain.

primary focus

more days at the park. 

time to myself. 

but my boots are wearing thin.

frankincense, amber, and wine

frankincense, amber, and wine.

I breathe in my smoke.

And exhale into the sky. 

i am tired of people

lonely. 

feeling gaunt and weary. 

but happy. happy to be in solitude, under the sun.

man-made summer

narcissistic

I am proud of my tattoo

and how it contrasts with the blue of the sky.

rooted

hurricane 

uncomfortable