My Hands Held Daggers

You can never escape the confines of your own mind. So often we immerse ourselves in the confines of fiction and that it entails. It is easier that way. Perhaps, the most difficult thing of all is to look inside ourselves and unleash all the bottled up thoughts and emotions that don't ever quite make the cut. I invite you to explore all of the happiest of thoughts, the worst of them, and all the moments in between. For my hands held pens as daggers, and the words bled out.