The Searcher came in search To find messages from a multitude of hearts White rose I picked up from the pavement  During my first departure  Air rose dipped in the red ink Changing color Making rhythms in a dark room I painted  Your face with a clean brush Why are…

In this quiet moment of contemplation, I write you this letter, seeking to embark on a transformative journey within the poetic realms of collapse. I seek a sanctuary for artistic exploration, and with the fertile soil of Sisters Hope Home I hope to explore a descent through the empty spaces…