Nothing is real
I am but a wolf, wandering through the darkness looking for a trick or two to play. I will roam 'til light of day chases …
sort of an emotional blob of lines
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.” - Eduardo Galeano
a mixed up transcendentalist searching for herself I live for art.
New Orleans
If I'm not writing for myself, then who?