Art
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I only know pain; it’s what I’m used to
I used to experience a lot of weird things;things that hurt me, things that made me. I used to write a lot about it then. If I write about it now, some’ll think I’m depressed. I always question if I still am a bit. I wrote about those things then…
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How To Overcome a Creative Block
Recently, my love and I took a random mini-vacation brought on by my need to get away. Meaning to be a trip for the evening, we drove 3 hours away from home and stayed the night. Before this spontaneous idea, I had been mulling over something that hadn’t turned out…
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I’M BLOW TORCHING MY LIFE
AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of life; painting my days as the most beautiful gruesome scene there is. Art. HA! Something I know nothing of—-sure. And that is why while you’re…
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Setting my life ablaze one day at a time
How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily. My life has always been one of search and exploration; now it’s become one of craving and romanticism. I told my mom the other day…
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A new day, a new life
I can’t say being a year older feels any different. Every year feels the same until you span out a bit and realize everything was different than the last. And I’m ok with that. It’s not like I expect everything to change in one day. Except for maybe the amount…