WRSHP

  I've always been a singer. The proof is in my mom's dusty VHS tapes where you can rewind back to me at the age of five, singing "Hit Me Baby One More Time" off key while holding my CD player in one hand and driving my barbie jeep with the other. Music is in … Continue reading WRSHP

Rise up

A displaced seed buried beneath layers of sediment formed in the coming and going of seasons, her true self remained isolated in hibernation. Waiting. A seemingly endless winter ushered slabs of ice upon body, mind and soul until the warmth of the Sun felt like a distant memory. Frozen, dormant and believing the lie that … Continue reading Rise up