You don't know this new me. I put back my pieces differently.

"Who hurt you?"

"My own expectations."

"When is a monster not a monster? ...ohh when you love it."

We're only haunted by things we refuse to accept. The brave men did not kill dragons; they rode them. Do not kill what you are not willing to accept as certain.

Darkness is needed for us to see the stars.

Now, home is where my dragons are.

That which once haunted me, now my comfort.

It feels like lightning running through my veins.

Craving the burn of what love is. 

14" x 11"