Sitting beneath the open sky. Writing these thoughts of desperation. Listening to the sound of emptiness. Watching the world move toward the void. Continue reading Empty
Where will this road pick up again? I should seek a different path, regardless of the terrain. When will the sun smile on my horizon? If I can’t have the sun, then I will take the moon instead. Continue reading Dead Ends
Rum and Coke; diluting frosty shards. Taste of reminiscence; scent of delight. Some pencil sketches. Those candid creations. No erasures. Lines forming collaboration. Moment caressing nostalgia. A connected imagination. Colors and shades. A childhood infatuation. Continue reading Sunday
We saw your silhouette on the foggy horizon. You were lost, broken, and seeking acceptance. An emptiness filled by the opening of a kind domain. You were given a safe haven. However, points of view quickly became distorted. You decided to etch your unexpected displeasure on every surface. This beautiful place disgraced by the subtle and hurtful graffiti. The walls are repainted and the floors … Continue reading Broken Foundation.