to be... free


Although often silent 

I tend to live loudly


Albertan dusk


It’s second nature to put up walls when you recognize betrayal like the backs of a lot of hands. The same walls you built to keep the dust out also keeps a fresh air from streaming in. Set yourself free.

I am avoiding blue sky paralysis by sifting the elements of lust via black and white keys of a piano box. I wonder how far it should take me..

Cat’s in the bag