the loneliest person you know sees only one ear, and it’s hers. all of the faith is born in her own dark the things growing on the outside wither away without notice adding new angles to make things make sense always always looking up to the black, cut into stars the stars behind those eyes or maybe it is nothing Nothing at all » Continue Reading
(this is an older entry, at least a couple months ago) The slow points, where i had more time, more pages to fill, to go into detail as much as possible » Continue Reading
when you go home and see where you will always be safe but never grow when you return home and know that it will never be that when you can only see what you've been missing once you see it again when the grass is greener but the drought makes your bare feet hurt the past is imprisoned and you're tapping on the glass the desperate words taste so much sweeter these urgent calls begging for my freed... » Continue Reading
i cant articulate it so i have to write it im seeing who i am, and im seeing myself everywhere i am the face of the clock dreams are repetitive and they won't let me let go prayed for rain and it came but not loud enough it is the season for and of love love of green and pink a love like old poems » Continue Reading
When I share my work I want people to feel/see it in themselves Before they see it in me. Cos yeah it’s MY art about me whatever but the whole point of art is to illicit emotions in others, and I want these feelings to inspire something in others, the way someone else’s feelings inspire something in me. The distance I have walked, I want others to feel excited to walk it themselves. I have grown ... » Continue Reading
i do plan on keeping up on my blog but just a lil busy atm! im trying to focus more on my collection. Since doing so, I'm realizing new things and really seeing how far I've come. Time hasn't wasted, well up until the last few months. but now now, cos it's really as easy as i thought it would be, because I've spent the last few years writing it. the 'hard' part is done and it's because it is what ... » Continue Reading
The peak was in my fifth house, highlighting creativity. And yeah, I’ve been thinking about that. Thinking about how I’ve been lacking it, in a sense. I can create, but some imagination is » Continue Reading
it started with some dirt. soil that looked perfect for the seeds i was planting. but the dirt kept coming until it came by the truckload. when there was no more dirt, I was left with a mound that I tried to shape. and everytime i thought i got it, it collapsed. always leaving dirt on my shoes. I left it. I left it alone and in the spring the grass grew over it. when I returned, it had turned into... » Continue Reading
what if that obsession was just what i needed? a desire for an illusion and a need for a truth ended up giving me new skills that i perfected for that obsession. And at least this obsession inspires me, and isn't just a replica/replacement of a toxic relationship? In mania vs depression, I'll take the former. what if that dissociation was what saved me from myself? If i felt how bad i felt, i pro... » Continue Reading
i beat the dead horse and i ate it too. the bones here are the only glue holding it together. the horror is gone and survival comes easily now, but i chew and they watch. a hand, unafraid, grabs mine away from the carcass, and i no longer have to think about living. this hand will feed me, lets me sink my teeth into it. i will never let myself feel hungry » Continue Reading