Our home

You shaped them Moulding my insecurities to your narrative You warped my expectations Reasonable expectations and they took another form. It was disguised as mending Fixing Building But the foundations you lay were sloppy. The communicative cement that binds each brick was laced in deceit and hidden truths. The bricks themselves were half hearted and

The Rhetoric Intersection

It is at the intersection you will find out… what we are really made of. Whether you are willing to try another path. Are you willing to walk along the shrapnel infested path barefoot? What if it leads you to your goal? What about a path that gathers pain with each  delicate step? Imagine a

Clouds

An attempt on Teresa