In this world, there is my golden city and there is its womb being torn open and bursting... There is screaming. In it is a cold August.
We know there are two worlds. We know that the way people talk and behave on the surface isn’t the whole picture, it’s a charade.
Being unusually intense, sensitive and perceptive does not lay an easy path. Before we can embrace ourselves fully, there are many detours, where we kick around,denying, resenting and resisting our truths. We came into the world wild and innocent, with an open heart and extraordinary ...