This journal, both washed and found,
whose owner failed to detail or date his thoughts and friends,
respectfully acquiesces to your solicitation.
echoes
“I learned the beauty of a touch. The desire for more. Something beautiful and scary, yet again. An echo chamber of wanting to do the right thing, hoping you did, and wondering if you didn’t.”
darkness falls, questions raised
i find myself discovering that the darkness is essential to the human experience, as it elicits a human response.
the art of the art
my name is Scally. i am a storyteller, a musician, a yapper, a feeler, a feeling. i get lost, and i find. and it truly is a pleasure to be here.