Intentional

Writing by Alyssa M. Winchester // photograph by Andrea

From the time I could conceptualize spoken word through the collection of thoughts — I’ve never contemplated my reasoning for conveying my mind’s eye through this effortless movement…it’s merely a natural reaction. the world is tumultuous. incessant reruns and complete unquestionable notions. how? mouths are invariably spewing words with brains that seemingly lack the ability to pause and consider what is drowning out the rest. I sit back quietly and perceive the human race as mindless, computerized shells. I can’t grasp what is deemed to be reality — I can visualize the potential of humanity, but the closer I get, it’s all but an empty wishing well.