Palms.

I fell hard into rough palms where love was craved and life seemed calm, but fingers aren’t meant to be support systems  so like water this soul slipped through them  with nothing to catch me. I learned, it’s not about feelings it’s about figuring out  the ways we stop growing when our perception caves. It’s…

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The Duality of Beauty.

Beauty exists amongst the shadows, in places where darkness thrives and hiding the sun becomes a norm. Beauty exist behind streams of tears, when emotion becomes physical on melanated cheeks and drowned pores. Beauty exists in seasons of loneliness, in moments where our beating heart is the only sound echoed in our ears. Beauty exists…

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