8x8 is 4

the air is so heavy and hot I feel it dragging me down with each step…I wish the sidewalk would just open up and swallow me so I could get some rest but the sidewalk doesn’t want me today.no one wants me today. especially not me.last nite I passed a woman sitting off to the side of a huge, ritzy apartment building. I almost didn’t see her in the shadows, perched delicately at the edge of the

Wait...that's not true...i've never suffocated any love or fireflies. Im the only bug here...

"danny carlyle"

(after vic chestnutt)all I’ve ever wanted to do was play make believe.a lot has changed since I was a little girl. my curiosity was returned with violence. my trust was ambushed.my innocence and my ideas were stolen by best friends and professors.the potential I paraded around like a brand new backpack on the first day of school has turned into a sack filled with rocks, the kind a mute,