My Mirror Is in Your Hands
I’m Flying But I’m Grounded, I’m Broke But I’m happy, I’m lost But I’m Hopeful, I’m Sane But I’m Overwhelmed, I’m Strong But I’m Scarred. Lets go to the psychologist!
The Bitter Sea
Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances, drunkenness is a hand-held. She’s burning the colors with her own eyes. Phantom kisses buzzing like insects. There is a bar they call “The Bitter Sea”