this time i did not try to escape reality i immersed myself in it i ran head on into my fears this time instead of running into a wall disabling me making me forget who i am i found who i am and found relief i learned that walls don’t prevent you you can free fall right…

my hands are like my mother’s, the scent of dish soap lingering, ungroomed nails, rough broken skin, working hands, an unloved body, possessing a wondering soul   my ambitions are like my mother’s, too difficult for other’s to grasp   my past actions, fill their heads with doubt and uncertainty   my love is like my…

when i feel lost when i doubt when security and comfort is lacking it is because i have forgotten that i have a home and that home is within me   i am home – g.c.