About

This is my narrative. The one where the skin cells die off and new ones come to life. The one where there's goose bumps and kisses. Divine breath sinks into my lungs and it gives me laughter, a midnight talk, a long-distance call. I'm stitched together one limb at a time to house a brain and a soul. To imitate the Lover of grey matter and babies that cry at 2am and college students wasted on a beach and artists painting nudes. We are catalogues of love and blood. A natural history of the God who assigns us a bed, a family, a sandwich. He gives us two legs and two arms. Each of us a beloved living breathing documentary of the "let there be light" and the "let there be darkness".