It's all fine to say, under the Hollywood lights... I don't feel like the world collided with my deepest dreams, of being seen and loved. Belonging and at home inside of our love. What if... I am only just living a beautifully shot cover story? Glitches are flicking centre screen... My eyes or the story. Who's to know but God. Cover Story's are for a lost heart.
I write about the things I learn from the struggles,triumphs,and memories of my life. Sometimes I dont have the answers, but I just need to put my feelings and experiences down in black white...