I’m an extremist. I’m a constant juxtaposition of a human being. Everything I do is a contradiction to everything I feel. You either mean everything to me, or nothing at all. And more often than not, your actions won’t be worthy of a reaction.

Lying in an empty bathtub

Wrists turned upward

Limbs don’t fit quite right

Bent up fragile spider legs

Broken basket case

Found poem // words of Che Guevara // Motorcycle Diaries

His voice was like honey

Just like honey just like honey

*** written, spoken, choreographed, and danced on home page ***

I know what it’s like

To have given up.

I know how it feels

To have lost direction.