Desert wastelands are home to the Wanderer.All you would find,In their mind,Is a beautiful mirage they've conjured from Hurt.Pain others minimized for reasons they may not be aware of,But,It's what gives the illusion its worth.Watering their phantasm until it becomes real,By growing out of their absurdity with honor… And,I guess I'm a Wanderer myself.Just,Walking,And walking,And... Continue Reading →
No More Chemtrails Pt. 2 – What’s Family Good For?
"Family, what is it good for?" Is what I find myself asking after being forced to wake up by sounds of death and depression produced by the void of my youngest relative's heart made of stone with malic acid for tears. For starters, disappointed I am in myself for still living under the roof of... Continue Reading →