I opened my eyes. I'm sure of it The urgent pull of necessity pains my sluggish limbs to move I think in pink and orange and I can't tell...

I want to write you a sonnet except I don't know the grammatical structure of one or if it follows a set of rules at all. I don't really...

Our conscious is yelling and grasping to define existence through religion, violence, stereotypes, gender roles, and a cascade of isms....