smile! It can carry you for miles trust me, I know! If I don't have your info and you would like to correspond please inbox your address

I have to go down this path carve my own way to preserve the good inside of me. Snail mail is welcomed and will probably be faster once I am there. Blessings to all. I'll be looking forward to mail call LOL... Drop a line and shed some light in my life... Till Next time,

It's not easy to accept the loss of communication avenues but I had to listen to my deepest sense of well being. I know, I will lose access to emails and maybe even some people along the way, but my platforms will be active still, just a little slower with the back & forth.

release writings and art. The last pieces I did while here will be available soon. Blessings.

to fall on deaf ears. I will try to push back and get where I am able to hug my people and have access to programs in order to continue my journey of self improvement and growth. Till then, know that I appreciate everyone that believed in me and supports my work. I will continue to

any more about where I go. Even if I am forced back into super max, into isolation, I know that, eventually, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I will thrive wherever, for it would be a disappointment to have programmed and matured for so long only to have my hard-gained wisdom

and the few small stretched canvasses that didn't fit in the packages I mailed home with art supplies and items I am unable to take with me.
There is a lot of talk about where I am going but nothing is for certain. ADX referral was handed to me last week but I really don't even care

of property home, things that held meaning to me. Now I pace back and forth reading, the last few books I kept just in case the transfer process extends longer than I imagine. I have tried to paint with the few items I felt were not worthy of mailing home: old brushes, almost empty paint containers

they were my touch, a letter, an answered call in those moments lifts me up to places I couldn't reach on my own. I could not understand that in my younger years, and held everything in and eventually drowned in my mistakes.
As I wait to leave from here, the cell feels empty. I mailed decades

down, when to speed up, and more importantly when to stop. I have to pay heed to these precious connections on all levels. Friends and family hold a special place on this journey, they are the ones who've been there through the tough times. When I couldn't see they were my eyes. When I couldn't feel

connections to emerge organically along the way. I now understand the importance outside connections hold in my perspective, my vision, and bring meaning to the path I walk, life.
A road has signs and my path has people, to remind me of when to slow

The clemency changed the course of my path from the healing process, to my goals. Life,even in prison, continues to shift and transform. The road is paved now and I plan to travel with greater self-awareness, and appreciation. I am at peace internally and possess the ability to allow genuine

My goal has never been to heal and then begin my life. Rather, It's been about embracing the healing where I am able, as I carry on within my arduous journey. Especially when my path was carved amidst the gallows with a promising ending of death.

It was as if my life was turned up side down and my perspectives and interests were clouded. I did what I know and has always worked for me in the rough times and turn to my art. I tried to keep myself in that creative state of mind and even that felt like a flickering lamp.

There are many ups and downs in this inhumane environment, and truly my last years with a death sentence have been extremely dark for me. It's the place, the energy here, not the actual sentence that takes its toll, that sucks the life right out of me.

layers of damage to what makes a person feel human: my inactive senses from the lack of touch, interaction with others etc...... My weakened eye muscles from seeing everything close up due to the walls preventing me from seeing anything far off. My insomnia due to noise sensitivity and irritation.

of course it's God's work, my faith, and the prayers of so many... I know I will see many more blessings and miracles, I can feel it.God is Great!

Trust me, life begins again and when I leave it's going to be like standing on the peak of a mountain looking down to a dark valley covered by jungle canopy replete with dangerous things like misery and hopelessness lurking like felines searching for prey, wondering how I got away...