I love my son so much. Even if he is the only one who loves me, he and I are more than enough 🖤.

The only ones who touch me are the wind, water, sun and earth. The pencil, the paper, the colors, words, images of rebirth.


Coffee to my lips, pouring creativity onto page after page. Hiding in nature, my mind is my stage.


I breathe in, breathe out... I sweat, I write, I cry, I let go. The only ones who touch me, are allowed to do so.


Barefoot and alone, dancing with the hawk and the tree. No one cares about me, except me.


Broken not bound, head in the clouds, feet on the ground. I wont make a sound...


Above a whispering wind or waves crashing on the shore. I want less, they want more.


Let me be, please just walk by. I cant stand to see the judgement in your eye.


One day I will fade into my colors, my son, my heart. But that doesnt mean we will ever be apart.


My mother lives in me, just as I do in you. So much to lose when hugging arms are gone, but love is and always remains, true 🖤