“Release- For years they told you to sit. Stay. Now they open the door and tell you to get up. Leave. Where do you go with no one to show you the way?” — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“Choice- Judgement. Black coffee acid on an empty stomach. Perception. Cool, clear water.” — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“Release- For years they told you to sit. Stay. Now they open the door and tell you to get up. Leave. Where do you… — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“Etched In Bone- At night I engrave my bones with poems. Scratching. Carving. Etching. During the day I feel every notch and ridge hidden… — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“The Pressure- Maybe one day, after centuries, we can become brilliant gems in crystal caves and we will be immortal after all.” — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“Fruition- Think of writing as a harvest. You till the ground. Plant. Water. Wait. Apple trees take years to bear fruit. Harvest. Clean. Process.… — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
