I'm haunted by this notion that one day, in the future, I will no longer care about the things I do now. I'm passionate and obsessive, I think about thoughts and muse about musings whenever I can. Sometimes I over-think. Sometimes I get really obsessive. But I care about things. I care about social justice. I care about the environment, I want to make changes and I believe in my ideals but something keeps bugging me. I he...

Allay me of my palette, this crimson range of stain. It plagues my heart and taints my art with memories of pain.

Lay not on that sheet for the memories that lie within press tender on your sores. Lay not on that sheet as the pages close upon us and our toil draws a blank. Lay not on that sheet. It is not wise in the least to tempt what’s held in thread.