We see the world through different eyes. The lies you and I have been told all our lives disguise a shared reality…

My trauma makes the space you give feel like rejection…

Until you

Love

True inexhaustible love…

You tore through me

like a tornado

through a midwest ghost town…

Demon Dreams

and rainbow coloured screams…

Hopes and dreams

Worries and fears…

Monstrous thoughts

share space with virtuos dreams

Demons dancing ‘round angelic screams…

No plan?

No problem…

Forego the plan

to bravely stand

replete with Grace and Gratitude…

Childe please

Live a life

of joyous juxtaposition…