(2017)It's been so long, but so short of a time. I feel young; I feel old. I feel as though I'm five years old. Only now, equipped with special skills. Simple skills. Effective ones. Every day I'm working harder. Every night I'm sleeping soundly. All the shade and dark surrounds me.
(2015)I've traveled away from that cage now, fleeing for my life, leaving lives I wish could run with me. The man to pick the lock around those rusted bars has finally come. I live by the ocean now, in a house full of magic. Constantly is my mind in flux, taking skills and ideas that the people show me, and creating with them: Feelings to give back.
(2013)Growing up in a fun-house is no fun. Siblings so rebellious they would kill. Parents so religious they couldn't see. I wasn't sheltered. I was caged. I broke a wing trying to escape once. The feathers don't grow there anymore. It's a little bit funny, though, that no one notices the scars on my wrists anymore. I'll get out of here someday. But not today. Not without a friend to help me. Not without you, to pick the lock, around the bars.