What Is This Place?

There's been a hell put on me, and it isn't written on frail paper, in black ink by pink skinned kings.

At Home

I crash like waves standing here silent on the edge of a sea of soulless eyes.

A caregiver's peaceful moment with a baby turns chaotic when a plane crashes, prompting panic and confusion.

Must everything have definition in this two dimensional "I have a question need an answer about the hereafter and what might not be?"

This post contains violence and gore. Trigger warning.

Reflecting a journey into inner struggles, confronting memories and pain, and embracing healing through self-understanding and deep listening.