Crooked Hearts: Archive

Crooked Hearts

February 2011

I might not be attractive, but I have a heart....

January 2011

I’ve lost a piece of myself. I had stripped my soul of its darkest secrets and had hidden them somewhere safe. I had breathed the abstractions of my emotions out through my fingertips, using ink and lead to capture their delicate intricacy and bring them into focus. I had saved them like spring flowers, pressed between the worn pages of a well-used book, like hidden color to be re-found...

“god knows you’re lonely souls”

we all have secrets

(some we hide from ourselves)

“The scars of your love, they left me breathless. I can’t help feeling, we...”