it is unlike you to be hidden you were shaped  for the spotlight  the story was written with you in the lead  the show stopper  the main…

in the past my success was met with jealousy  and insecurity

beauty. consistency. mystery.  every day you greet us some days the clouds block your light and you gracefully give them their time to…

i want to ask your mother what you were like at birth or before you allowed your worth  to be measured by the number of women you fucked…

we’ve been writing to each other for years in the notebooks of our mind the pages of our heart

inside every boomerang is a hope that we’ll see it again a prayer that the Joy returns the rock renews that they reminisce over you and…

in a world where we advertise our love for likes