i believe life is one grand mental asylum a place where the atmosphere doesn’t promote health rather it benefits from the sickness we hold in ourselves or force on others. we live in the minds of the space outside of our own which influences how we see ourselves. i have seen the horror in people…
Month: May 2019
Thought of the day
each day becomes more difficult than the last to remain hopeful i try to comfort myself by embracing my strengths and intellect just to carry myself into the next day that is a continuos obscurity yet, it is so difficult to excuse rejection that awakens me at approximately 7:30am every morning and follows me throughout…
-Solace-
my solace is my art that I am becoming less and less proud of. the mask that I no longer feel comforted by the rain that drops to the sweet sound of Miles Davis’ Blue in Green to remind me that I am without the luxury of intimacy and meaning. and the collection of published notebooks…
The Conscious Journal 