Making art, falling in love, and trying to touch forever.

About wrestling with committing a lifetime to someone, or not.

Time for a little less over-thinking.

Learning about losing face.

A wild place I never want to leave.

Love remembered in the struggle.

In other words, don't f--- with me.

When we aren't going back, and still want what we left behind.

I was sitting in a coffee shop wondering if the guy across from me was my youngest brother.

When someone you love is crushed by life, and great caring brings no pain-eraser.