Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.

I am a descendent of a whole bunch of Black folk who couldn't be broken.

Autumn.

The grace in letting dead things fall.

Sometimes you feel alone because, like you, others aren't so ready to confess their shortcomings and struggles.

Always be you! Just never think you can always be you without consequence.

My brain has become my enemy. We fight over creation and his need for sleep.