“My people are the misfits,The ones that don’t fit in.”-Third Eye Blind, Misfits For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a misfit. I’ve always felt my square edges as I’ve navigated and endless series of round holes. I was blessed (or maybe cursed) with a kind of passing. Presenting, in most contexts, as... Continue Reading →
I began this journey long ago,Quite unsure, steps unsteady.But now I see through different eyes,A new lens that just wasn’t ready.Eyes that have seen a thousand suns,Beaches, hillsides, works of art.Yet I see now a different view,Than I would have at the start.All alone with my voices,What I’ve told myself is true.Not always kind, I... Continue Reading →
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 