The love of life should not be limited based on race, gender, sexuality, etc. Why do we as human beings put so much stock into labels and stereotypes? We all live and breathe just to die, becoming foo
I found this in my notes and have no idea what it is, so I’ve decided it’s some sort of new age poem I write while half asleep, probably after taking a Benadryl or something. Sam Fox Staring Medium, 2
A blank page, I think, is both my best friend and my worst enemy. There is so much potential in a blank page, isn’t there? I could start writing and end up anywhere. I could land myself somewhere soft