Is it real?Is it fake?Who knows anymore?But,What does it matter,Anyway?Because,As old and tragic as the "news" gets,We still treat each other like,That view full of darkened hues our eyes wish to forget.Like,Gleaming bright colors on a canvas we paint over for an image we end up throwing out before the paint ever sets.The only disaster... Continue Reading →
Sweet Sounds Of Russian Roulette – Day 133, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Memories pop into mind like,A game of Russian Roulette.Each one,Anxiety-ridden.Sweat beads down my forehead at every turn of events.Never do I know which one will coerce me to pull the trigger,But,I figured,It's a risk that must be taken.What other thrill do I have besides,Going through a photobook imprinted in my mind,As I pick at every... Continue Reading →