I saw the cycle of vices at a beer tasting the other day. A room full of budding potential gathered for free brew - fresh faces, young skin, clothes as clean as a baby's slate (more or less). 

In walks the reciprocal. A man, aged by all but time, scruffy, stained with run on days, fingers gripping the vice that gripped his life.. Or so I presumed.

perception is an unfaithful lover. 

I wonder what statistics would say about the percentage of unseasoned alcoholics and their potential to be the reciprocal.

-Vice Grips; K.E

Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.