October, 2016. Long Beach, CA.

i get nauseous often.

during mini panic attacks

triggered by anything and everything.

i’m rarely comfortable – could be why i

do not believe in comfort.- i believe in movement. movement is the motto.


” i wanted to take a break”

are you like me?



unstable. trying to escape the loud

the bright fuschia color.

praying for void but

taking no steps to achieve this

because we are so busy trying

how can we try anymore?


of this void. so stiff…

what does it feel like to be putty dough?


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