my canvas

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 →

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i am not what you expect// maybe i am not what you want

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 →

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