Sticky post


I think I’ve been waiting to write something revolutionary. Something that brings tears to the masses and healing to the few. Something that makes it so that I’m finally understood, known within and without, and before having to share too much. I’ve been staring at blinking cursors and blank pages, napkins and paper bags, receipts and rationed sticky notes. Wishing my words would write themselves, … Continue reading alright.

Secrecy (Jukebox Pt. 6)

This post is inspire by the PostSecret exhibit. It is held at the Museum Of Us in San Diego, California. Learn more about it at _______________ We tend to keep things hidden. Why bring up the grief that has passed? Why speak fears into existence? Why recognize the consequences of ambition? But soon enough, the intricacies begin to sprout and complexities replace roots. Secrecy … Continue reading Secrecy (Jukebox Pt. 6)