I Am

I am a woman writing sins upon the sand moved and expressive accepting my lessons.

Underneath

Displaced energy you disrupt the synergy of life with your anger and separated strife.

His eyes even seem to gleam. I can't break my gaze from his beautiful face. He is mesmerizing.

A struggle between solitude and longing unfolds, reflecting deep emotional pain and a desire for escape.

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.

"Ghosts of the Forest", an encounter with a grey alien and her baby.

What does my face look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen blood red eyes.

What is it like to be granted a wish when your first kiss was laced with bitterness?

Photography serves as an emotional language, allowing intuitive connection and interpretation without explicit planning or audience.

At the airport, a woman loses a baby to a kidnapper disguised as an airline attendant, panicking.