Words don’t bite, judgment does. Curiosity is my code, swaying between flashes of genius, feminine grace, untamed edge, and Chaplin’s stumble.
I feel what’s noise and stay with what’s honest. Not taking myself seriously is where I come alive. Writing and dancing like no one sees and trying to map my metamorphosis, it’s chaotic. My sarcasm is wicked and my wonder a hooker —no truth can own.