staircase of the triple letter

a sensation. merely a slight tickle rolling down my cheeks, hazel eyes filled with blue thoughts. i stare into the depth of the surroundings.     the silence makes it unnoticed and easy to navigate within our own subconscious. tear by tear things slowly seep from the locks within my mind, the holes trapping a trauma that i feel to weak to address? it’s not about strength. it’s about validation and acceptance.   silence seems to give both in its own cold way. better left unsaid. who listens? when things become physically silent and mentally deafening. do you even listen to yourself? the necessities seem to vanish when it’s face front for us. why?? invalidation of our own feelings shouldn’t be required to succeed in a world teaching us to reform. for fucks sake. crying isn’t weak, it’s human. it’s freeing. but so fucking terrifying. vulnerable. within silence the only thing comforting you is the reaper. maybe this is the form of peace for the mind of the mentally ill. befri...

gender labels. boy or girl?     i am beauty and light while being handsome and kind. but also being beautifully understanding and supportive. the world seems never ending with the labels and consistent need for companies and corporations to promote their support for our community? the community where we are never safe. the slurs seem to never end. the negativity and complete disregard of who we are as humans. nothing more. i am human. i am beautiful and i am handsome. love thy self at the cost of anything, love you.   there’s always a dark side to every journey, being trapped in the what will happen and who will you lose? it’s terrifying and so unsettling it seems never ending. i crave to be authentically myself, which requires a cost of a lot of people close to me and my ability to feel safety in the world. this isn’t easy but it’s right. it’s the journey that was meant for me.    build safety for ourselves, surround ourselves with safety. the people that try, ...

a man of laughter, a man who lived life 100 miles at a time. never looked back and never thought twice. as he did the night he passed away, riding his beloved harley was his passion. his freedom, aside from tattooing. an amazing artist, an amazing man. a legend has left the earth and it seems so unfair.  8 years of progress, 8 years of hours and hours invested into what we were creating whilst building a bond. thank you for existing so genuinely, so unapologetically you. i will miss you always, and never view the artwork we have produced. you have put into reality, years and years of planning to get cut short. fly high with your pops and haunt some mother fuckers for me 💙🦋   I love you. - Triple Letter -