Who Was Blowing On The Nape Of

The Truth Of A Myth...is Not In Its Words But Its Patterns.

Memories Are Their Own Descendents Masquerading As The Ancestors Of The Present.

Don't Remember Summer Even Saying Goodbye.

How Could I Know A Famished Heart Will Eat Its Mind? Can Kill Its Body?

You Say You're 'depressed' - All I See Is Resilience. You Are Allowed To Feel Messed Up And Inside Out. It Doesn't Mean You're Defective - It Just Means You're Human.