How many colors on my canvas do I share with the one person I fear becoming the most?
Is this what love feels like? Is this how it begins? Am I even capable of this?
My initial reason for starting this blog was something like the last gasp of a dying man. Some empty space inside was growing--a hunger I'd never really payed attention to. I was yearning for some sense of connectedness with another human. So, 26 blog posts later, here we are. One by one, I read posts… Continue reading You Motherfuckers are Amazing ❤
"I don't know how to gauge who I am anymore...I fear not knowing who I am." -Will Graham, Hannibal TV Series Do you spend too much time in your own head? I do. Not on purpose though. It's like I randomly decided to build a cage, and only once I was done realized I built… Continue reading Entry 1: Connectedness