It was one of those exhausting mental days i had been helping would pass and came across and tough would that shook me up a lot to the point my mind travels to a scared scene in a movie i loved where a child is walking along a sketchy roof being guided by a misused lost souls. It was a child that had passed and those are always rough passings. They bring up so many emotions and trauma and question...

As i stood there in a trance the world flying past me the images from my child’s birthday party glimpses of my mother cutting the cake images of their father trying to get the baby off the table the family mid laughter and conversations , the people some how caught between slow motion and zooming past me and only in the stillness is myself staring at an unknown man who seems to not be here in ou...

Each day little by little the mask starts slipping,

To reveal the madhouse under neath

I wake up to new versions of my self each day,

as if my face has become its own sort of mood ring.

Muscle memories strung together with human emotions as the mask slips away I’m only truly left with my self.

I must love her.

I must battle.

I must be her.

I am her.

The Mask is slipping away and she’s be...

Ouch .. what the heck?? I just got a dang splinter from the floor. I looked over at my partner “Did we remember to pack the tweezers and do you know where?” They replied “I just unpacked the bathroom they are in that cute tin above the sink.”

Sweet i start doing a one legged hop across our new to us 1800s style farmhouse to the bathroom. This place was beautiful we had a lot of work to do. It ha...

I see all the versions of me trapped in side so I can watch her grow.

Some with flowers adorned around her crown.

Some with tears falling as black as the night sky.

Some with the smile and laughter she missed mostly.

But they were hers and that’s where she kept them ....

His hands held the memories of those around him. Anyone he had ever came across who ever even just took a glance left something. You could see it in his veins that ran along his hard working hands. The inside covered in old callus Brought on by his tough job he must have been a manufacturer of sorts. Some stories were built from love telling how they had met their partners others were quiet just a...

Surrounded by a heavy thickness Myself sitting in a rust lined clawfoot tub with brass footing. Covered in dried up roses blood filled to the brim with worms all around.

Uncomfortable but i know I’m laying in here protected by my own darkness.

Each worm balanced off a different rose just waiting to tell their stories of the time when they felt alive.

With each touch that brushed against my skin...

Tw: bullet mentioned in first paragraph

Was my soul worth it.. thats what i would ask him if we still talked. It was the most beautiful love story I’ve even been through. He came to me for the first time in my darkest time. We met when i was younger and he came to me as his younger self. First time i met him promising me to help me stop my nightmares now here i sit as an adult wishing for drea...

To Enter The dream realm For the first time you must be invited. My invite came through a scary dream i had as a child. You see i grew up in a very strict household Where most things were considered evil. Even though in reality My mother slept next to evil every night. But that’s a different story.

One NIght as I’m laying in bed as I’m crying myself to sleep a clown showed up, Scary by nature...