Crumbs.At least,Mine are bigger than what birds tend to eat.Being angry is a choice,But,It's a choice I don't have to make while I still have the blessing to breathe.And,It's not all about perspective.It's about,Acknowledging what I have in front of what I invest in,The plate feeding into a character with ego making a mess of,A... Continue Reading →
Blank Pictures
Blank…Maybe,That's why it's been hard to put ink onto paper.Nothing in my mind.Just,Thoughts floating through my head while I close my eyes and,Feel the chaos it brings.Left asking myself,What am I here for?To,Endure pain until I'm finally able to dream again?Dream a life where I can bare the sting of wounds I've inflicted on myself…Tell... Continue Reading →