I sit here going through my life in the world of social media on all platforms. I see myself.. A different me.. The inevitable arrogance of young age luring one undeniably into a facade of ...
We are orphans. I am alone. Don’t look at me from safety. See me up close. Hear my cry. And speak for me. Kneel by my side. Cradle me close. Let my tears be yours. ...
I walked into the crowded coffee shop in all my early 90’s glory, thigh high suede boots, black tights, stone-washed cut-offs (recently full-length jeans), black turtle neck and distressed leather aviator jacket. I scanned the ...