Going dormant here until an ability to delete and change my posts, have some privacy and anonymity to my work, is developed. Find me at my website: VennieKocsis.com

portrait by me Stuck. That’s what they say. They’re stuck in The muck of yesterday, And I am familiar With the frozen moment. It’s an exhausted exhale Where the knees bend, And we pretend we’ve Got this,

*ai: self portrait - Wonder * Circles of My Own Love I said he was the man you love to hate. I was young, shattered and feigning whole. That was the day I became fodder For relations that killed me harder.