RECYCLED HUMAN

Strange as it might sound, isolation for me can have a calming effect, no more racing mind, no more fight or flight affecting my digestive

Guess the Jokes on Me I’m not going to yell, I’m not even mad I got a funeral to think about because the person I

It’s a plague It’s a Storm I am afraid to die Not because I cherish my life But for the fact that I can’t take

Another storm is here Is this the BIG ONE another altered reality another uneasiness Another speculation filled with the convictions of many is this it?

When does it end? or should I say when does the happiness begin? I yearn for a world where you can feel like you belong

Comfortably Uncomfortable Spaces Places and Masks as faces   Territorial Forces   Imagined enemies   Give me a space Give me a place Give me