In the white room, you are there. The light here should be blinding, but we can see so much. We can see our imperfections and we love them. They are what make us recognizable and relatable. In fact, I know how to heal your hurts and where you have darknes…

My soul is restless tonight. I've forgotten what that feels like. I want to move, to run, to jump out of my skin, my comfort zone, and do and see and FEEL something else.

I've been stuck in a daily grind for so long, a perfectly even keel of sleep, work,…

I wanna write on fire.

Not with fire like a sparkler in the night.

Not like some imaginary, magical way of literally writing on a fleeting flame.

Writing with abandon, with freedom, with vigor; that's what I want.

No more tiredness, mental fogginess, …