Finding Land

Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave

In The End: Rough Hands/Tempered Hearts

A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.

We take one hand, whilst letting go of another. How do we deal with the internal conflicts arising from these matters of the heart?

Moral questioning: on the battle of guilt and forgiveness of the self.

Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down

An indulgent slur of exasperated egoism and every day self-inflation/deflation which I will probably edit forever