dear future me,

Do you remember those decorative clay antique angels that lived under grandma’s window pain? There was an entire community of them that existed behind the golden metal frame of her bed. Being immersed in the foam cushioning of her mattress is what I imagine frolicking in heaven’s clouds would be like. God would heave our eye…read more

In 2023, if I accomplished everything my mind could envision
there’d be no need for a board.
A grounding foundation would not be necessary for my sticky notes to tack onto
because they’d be chanting courage at a soul that’s solely successful,
that’s not me.
I’m a soul that’s solely failure prone
and without this board
I am merely a message of…read more