Slices across my face, like knives
There to drain me of my blood
The red rushes throw my veins
If only there was a support, a savior, to lift me ..
Whispers and smiles fly by,
I wonder why I always seemed to lose and lie,
Only distant memories stay,
you seem to always get away.
Shall I indulge i..
I have found my deliverance
In the eyes of the sky, hiding.
The light trickling in, along with the drops of water, lifts me up into the clouds.
San Francisco shaped me into who I am today; if I had lived anywhere else, I wouldn’t be the same person at all. With this collage, I wanted to crea..
For my second collage, I decided to focus on my family and roots – Russia. For me, being Russian meant going to church and practicing Orthodoxy, so ..
my stage of grieving: relapse
my stage of grieving: anger
Photo Credit: Michelle Ton
From darkness to the brightest of sunlight they emerge
The smallest of green tendrils that tie together above and below
The perfect de..
my stage of grieving: denial
One of your pet peeves is being out of the loop. You hate being the only one who doesn’t know something in a group of people who do ..