she was free a paradoxical mess of contradictions mistakes oxymorons and vacant flaws a strong and fearless lion a lonely wounded bird her life a fragile map of chaotic beauty untainted by the hollow vortex of its poetic tragedy they didn’t much approve she wasn’t always decent …
It snowed outside and it is beautiful. Breathtakingly stunning. Sun falls down in golden splashes, illuminating the branches, the rooftops, and the earth’s skin in its bright, warm radiance. I wish I could enjoy the beauty. Instead, I am stuck here in bed by a …
how your face is distorting; etched and sewn to my mind, twisting masks maniacal; hung unhinged, and unkind. weathered, widowed, and worn, whimpered whipsers unwoven, drawn, dismantled, and dead; no love left, love unbroken. written by cassidy, photographed by rené gibson