You said you like different That different is sexy You looked into my eyes like you can trace galaxies in them, but now that I think about it, I was just blinded by this fire that erupted in my chest every time I saw you. It was a great feeling nonetheless. I remember biting my... Continue Reading →

I don’t remember a time I ever walked past a broken pot.  Usually, I feel the need to put it together again.  Am an artist you see, and for us, there’s this beauty about brokenness. I picked this pot up and started working on its cracks. It had some sharp edges that put permanent scars... Continue Reading →