FIREMOUTH AND MOONFACE

My mouth always puts me in a predicament. It is my toxic trait and my favorite flaw. I fall out with people, say cutthroat things, then act like I never said them. But words have meaning. They sit in the gut. They mark us more than we admit. Somewhere between that truth and the scars I have collected, I ended up diving into the esoteric side of the world. Tarot, astrology, numerology, all of it. Not for prediction but for patterns that explain why some people carry volcano energy and others carry moonlight. Firemouth and Moonface started there, as two sides of me wrestling with power, grief and the strange language of symbols.