So many things boil inside Like a hot lava inside the pot of your heart   It screeches deep into you You pray but you feel so far   Antagonized, no one understands Patronized, no one sees.   Bury your face in legal arguments They cure you for a second   Then you’re back to … Continue reading Free



While I was at the airport on my way home, I wrote thank you letters to my parents. I guess I wanted to start this thing where near or around my birthday I want to write letters to my parents. Twenty-four isn’t a special age, but just like dad always says, “create your own world”. … Continue reading 24