a lot has changed. i've developed a love for the lowercase.

i lost a love for you.

i gained a love for her. and that shifted to a new thing. a thing i can't always quite explain.

it seems all my work has always been about others. i find inspiration in bricks and dogs and pebbles and people.

and now i'm finding my inspiration in me.
even if i'm scaring me a little. the days are darker shades of grey than i would like but they haven't gotten the best of me yet. and so i keep writing.

because i have to. because i need to. because "where i'm from that **** hurts".