Ink Stained Soul…

How clever that the singular being who calms me, consumes me, inspires me, and makes me more of who I am. My muse, desire, safe place in a storm. Witty and iconic. Wrapped in charisma, humor, and brutality. I do find it comically ironic that this enigmatic man is also the one that holds up a mirror to my deepest wounds. Forced to see all that is him and me as both individuals and when we come together. Captivating me with a journey of how far this can push me and help me become who I’ve always been.