Category Being Twenty Seven.
Creation.
I will admit it: I am strange. There are times when I explain things to people, and I see their eyes glass over, or I see the tiny smirk that comes into them. People think I am strange sometimes, and I get it. I hear stuff that people don’t say, and I see things that […]
Words about things.
It has taken me about a month and a half to put this entry together, and who knows if I will actually publish it anytime soon. This isn’t an easy one to write, not because I don’t care, but because I have too much passion that I can’t explain. I wish I had a solid […]
Unexpected Liberation 