My shadow seems to linger She likes to wait around and stay Her uninhibited form walks beside me Always in delay Most of the time I fear...

(Journal entry from 8/27/19) I’ve grown to love the sunshine in ways which differ from how I love the rain. The sun smiles. It is...

(Melodramatic journal entry from 8.16.19) You’re simply an artist doing time… That means so many things. I will feel lonely, and I’ll...