It’s supposed to read metamorphosis, not oblivion. Entering a chrysalis.
Doesn’t always work out that way.
The surroundings are forever marred and shifted, hopefully for the better.
Shedding skin. Retreating even beyond the Hanged Man’s lair.
Remember, though, that only life can truly separate.
Today is a grey day. The wind is blowing, tree limbs bobbing back and forth in the breeze. Warm, but not oppressively […]
Will be more on this in the next Under My Skin podcast, but I just heard some feminist sex educator idiot on […]
So, it’s been a month today since I released my debut EP, Blood. [Obligatory plug: go get Blood on iTunes if you […]
This is the place of the blackening. Push through and out. The old life is destroyed, there is no going back. This […]
