Hard to get the voice that I want out of my head. So much distraction and so many sounds. I’ve built up this wall of projects for myself. I've isolated myself from the rest of the world. My mind is a sea and the sky is filled with the blood sun. The technological world is… Continue reading (F)


Well like my friend said, I can write where I’m going. I can write where they're going. I just have to regain my focus, my words, my tongue, my ghosts that are buried somewhere inside of my vocabulary that can slow down, slow-slow-slow; slowly moving like a reporter at a drug deal, a low-down and… Continue reading (B)