tied in strings..my body sings

i was adopted. when i was 6 months old..so long after birth because of cystic eyes… i talked to my birth parents for the first time last week..my mother yesterday and wednesday and my father on saturday. strange coming from so much and thinking so little to have everything come careening down into my face…I…

everything undone again

strange it is how people can get so defensive…While it is admirable to stick up for every motherfucker that gets modified as being an intelligent being..I think its wrong to think that the same societal problems don’t occur in reference to a community full of modified people…we are no different or better than anyone else…

my small clicking box has been electrified….

I changed my mind late last week, after being surrounded with all things creative..and the breathing and pumping of the way this city breathes..everything in it exists because the whole exists…I tend to think of it as a circulatory system..and it’s not my time to go…I found passion wrapped in a package labeled for another…


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