thoughts
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A trembling heart, with a sky so blue but storms have lived inside my chest, truth is love has never let me rest. Tiptoeing on the edge of you, your voice a shelter and your eyes, they see through the ghosts that still linger in my mind. I’ve danced with fire, burnt many times before.…
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The mind is a restless playground, the worst enemy it can become a tyrant or the host of treason. Understanding where I come from and the need for control, self love and the definition of one’s entire life strives for the ability to ask for the underlying tension that keeps me from discovering who or…
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If I held my breath would I know what it was truly like to be lost within the peace of night? If I was given a choice between tranquility and the embodiment of god blessed barred wire and concrete through the twisting punishment that is known as the depths of disgrace, would I choose the…
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Internal yearning for something sacred, the illusion of bittersweet memories that are of a fantasy; the story we create for a moment that becomes etched in eternity. I long to cradle the scent of your gentle silhouette as the body and mind reminiscence through grayscale comfort that brings safety to the beaten soul. The glimpse…
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I only found freedom when my idea of freedom was let go, when I replaced the train wreck with the quietness of self.
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I asked God. I asked God for the infinite time for the answers to the existence of my life. I asked God for the question with the different shades of blue that cloud over my inner dread as I dance within the flames of my reality and dwindling depths of sanity. Candlelight vigils to my…
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The intellectual craving of depravity that is entirely absent within the grief struck version of my younger self. The underlying urge that creates unnecessary suffering and existential bliss, of whom I have become dependent upon human existence that stems from fear that is riddled within the unknown. Cannibalistic longing for mind and body, pondering the…
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The singular purpose to release control of oneself to an intangible entity or being that is not of own control or self. “Higher power” Desire. I became fed on my own destruction of false existence. Lurking in the soot of the undertow of gradual decay and the lingering stench of fragmented recollections. The lost carnage…
Memoirs of a recovering artist 