sometimes, i am unsure of who i am. i paint the canvas of my life with light brush strokes and careful detail. sometimes, i become coarse with the paintbrush or give up on the picture altogether and toss the messy canvas to the side. i am trying to figure it all out but until then... Continue Reading →
i am not your cup of tea, i'm too sweet. i am not your cup of coffee, i'm too bitter. be careful when you sip, i'm a mouthful. i am not intriguing. i am not different. i am only i and sometimes, i think that is unfortunate. other times, i think i am an acquired... Continue Reading →
they tell me that i am beautiful and carry this beauty modestly but every time they tell me this i wonder if it's truly humility or disbelief.