What is life anymore?Is it a course of torment for the souls who mourn rest for most of their weary days?Or,Is there something at the end of our tunnels,Virtually endless,As we crawl on bleeding knees while laughed at for,Cringing in pain...Too hard to tell nowadays...
When The Ego Dies
No one knows how it all ends, as much as some of us would like to know. Personally, I prefer to never come across a single detail about how and when I will die. I already know that my flesh is rotting away as I speak this very moment, regardless of how slow the process... Continue Reading →
A Moment Of Rest
Taking a break can either be a hard lesson learned or a moment of relief you use to clear your mind after being rattled by life itself. But, regardless of your stance is on rest every single vessel on earth needs, our bodies will let us know when it's time to hang up your pride.... Continue Reading →
The Kid Who Found A Magic Pen
That's why I picked up a pen, To right my wrongs, And repent for all, The things I've done to myself and the one I've bawled over. For so many nights. Courting accountability as I should've in the first place while sober... There is power in being an Author. Knowing how to solder words together,... Continue Reading →