Love Electronic

Perfect pixelation, night seclusion contrasting my illusions. Screaming in silence…inner violence. Love electronic. Fleeing meaning, the swelling emptiness they’re selling. Craving what’s real…what feels. Love electronic. Racing as I’m able, Continue Reading →

Counting Scars

Photo: CA Hawthorne

If I knew how many scars I have I could tell you how many scars it takes before you’re unwilling to let someone in, before you’re unwilling to risk heartache. Continue Reading →