A Painfully Human Portfolio
The cost of being alive
This is not merely a portfolio.
It is my life—
told and retold through countless losses, fears, failures,
and the stubborn, childlike wonder that persists in spite of them.
These pieces carry all my heart, all my grief—everything I have left to give.
This is not a collection of words.
This is my testimony.
Old friends talk around the fire.
Moths to an LED flame.
Kiss your childhood goodbye.
Snip. Snip.
Tick. Tick. Tick
Rot with me.
A life measured in goodbyes.
You never saw it as one.
A goodbye left in good hands.
You can’t eat independence.
Kiss the ground.
What if I’m not worth what it cost to keep me alive?