Monday, October 12, 2015

Hilary D Zamora writes and paints

"My chemical and emotional dependency claimed all importance and loyalty within me. When confronted with any type of emotion, I’d get high. All that was left over was emptiness and destruction. There weren’t enough seats on the bus for healthy encounters, and it was standing room only. I stood alone. The baggage I traveled with was lightweight, filled only with my ways to escape." ~ Hilary D Zamora

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