Letter to my 17-year-old self.

A letter of advice to my 17-year-old self.

Phoenix Incarnate

in the valley of death i knew no light was taught no rights At the stake. The veil fell, And my true self was shown. Amongst the ashes, I made a home. Wrongs never righted. Courage overcome fear. Heart overcame the mind. Ashes of the matter, I feathered. And behoveth I grew, like a Phoenix.Continue reading “Phoenix Incarnate”

I keep on falling.

So this is my second Autumn. Although the weather for the week has been splendid. Fall made such an ugly entrance. She rained. Oh dear, she rained. It was 40 degrees outside and Mother Nature drenched the DMV. I can’t determine whether she was drunk, or pissed when she barrelled into through the District. TheContinue reading “I keep on falling.”