Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
I want to rip my chest open and pull out my heart. I want the feeling center of my brain to stop. I just want to be numb. The people I interact with day-to-day have no idea of the complete fuck up I am. Or if they are aware, they sure do a great job and keep it to themselves. I live with extremes in my mind every day. Today it is just amplified. It’s all part of the sickness within me. I know this. The demons I’ve conquered are banging…
Read MoreI’m feeling a bit of the bittersweet symphony of life today. When I woke up today, I did what almost everyone nowadays does – I checked my phone as if it were the morning newspaper. I found that I had received a heartfelt thank you from a friends’ son; I had donated to his fraternity’s philanthropy project. Donating isn’t a big deal for me, as I always help out when it comes to things of that nature. I find it admirable when young adults get involved in helping out…
Read MoreShe walks alone – always alone. I’m sure you might have seen her before… Brazen, beautiful, eloquent, always smiling on the outside; she is but a tortured soul on the inside. A dark and tempestuous passion burns deep down inside of her. She doesn’t understand the darkness and has tried to decipher it over the years. After many false translations and failed attempts, she has learned to accept it for what it is. Perhaps one day she will find a strong man daring and determined enough to help her unravel its…
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