Xanadu
 

My mind is a burning lava. Hot, fiery, shameful. My hope is an uncontrolled hydrant, chaotic, messy. But almost always I'm that crispy...

My hope is a colorful fish swimming, alone, in a bleak desert. Scales shriveled in the blistering sun—swallowed in gritty sand where no...

My trust is like a rabbit's den In the middle of a wolf's hunting grounds. A sanctuary that was used for safety and bonding now became a...

My creativity is a dry pen pressing hard against the paper, scarring the grain. Margins wait for words, but none appear— the cartridge...