I have heartache… Every time I stop to think, I feel pangs in my chest. Sometimes I feel weaker than I am… I sense I can’t handle life...

I’m desperate and wanting. Waiting and thinking. Dipping and fetching. Hungry and thirsting. Yet, it’s not my first time. I’ve gone...

Does your reflection scare you? When you look at yourself what do you see? Can you find a monster in your eyes? When I woke up this...