A man and home and the ink on his skin to prove it all.

I happen to believe that we are all dying of loneliness.

Radical Empathy.

And How She Got Found Again.

This is hat I built in my obliterated place.

Within that meaning, there is a possibility of rescue.

In the private kingdom of our hearts.

Run towards the darkness

Withholding distorts the reality.

A place of monstrous beauty, endless dark and glimmering light.

The party is an explosion of love that has it's roots in hate.