it’s easier to fall in but harder to push out; i think it’s the test we’re here to face; depression is not bravery or ferocity but rather lying in bed when instead you could be ahead but you don’t care; i’ve been there, it’s not fun, and has undone a lot of steps i’ve taken … Continue reading again begin to grin
i think when i feel down, i see, i feel myself as lost with only myself to save me, and in those dark times, i, and i fear others, don’t believe i have what it takes to fully find how to flourish within this life, while in the distance, from time to time, i see … Continue reading mercifully shining
all those who quit, never entirely get to leave, as they still hear what once was clear, yet is now, if they're lucky, but a muffled storm within their knowing.
i find i now can’t sleep, as what creeps within my mind is a certainty i can’t shake; it’s like a lake i won’t cross, a loss too grand, where i feel my heart expand yet then quickly give out. i pray that today is not yet another setup for tomorrow, but may be an … Continue reading elixir
no one has everything, for everything is spread out amongst every soul and possibility; no amount of money or fame or happiness will ever agree that we’ve tamed what was never fully ours to own to begin with; so let me just cherish the all that is before me, yet see in my dreams, that … Continue reading gleam
i sat down today, next to a dog who was at peace. and as he or she wagged their tail, breathed in and out, i could tell they were somehow wiser than me. which made me believe, that i’m either less wise than a dog, or i’m making this shit far too complicated.
when i fly at night and fall, i scream, but only within my dreams; and as i struggle to recall what made it go so wrong, i wake and then forget and move on, within a shadow i know is trying to save me.
the greatest lines that come to mind happen when i’m about to fall; asleep, where i seem to keep all sacred sorrows and wishes for tomorrow sown down, within a mound of forgotten memories.
sitting beside a public pool with my family; the water swaying, kids playing, seemed almost zen to me today. as all dark and cold patches of my mind, slowly evaporated into a balance, that i know somehow stemmed from simple gratitude.
the idea of our making was made knowingly through each of our decisions; all smart turns, all opportunities clearly seen, were either accepted or clearly rejected; but that was then and this is now, and now does not care the least what you do; so accept all decisions made that have paved all roads to … Continue reading the idea of our making
the only choice we have in life is to run. and in that, let us run towards rather than not, from what daunts us.
should is could but with purpose; i hate should as it implies opinion, as opinion is often not right; but then who am i to say this, as what i say is at most subjective; and if this is true, then maybe there are coulds and shoulds that we can all agree on; like we … Continue reading could and should firewood
with less, there is focus, and a reduced drain on my energy, but it does not make me better; it rather instills within me the need to fill this world with all that is not material but still matters.
all lights i see at three, twinkle, but with a sadness; there’s a happy ever after that somehow missed them; and whether they’re incapable or unwilling to accept or tame their reality, they somehow do see this, but are unable to get closer to what they know can save them.
what is needed is not heeded nearly enough; we need heroes, strong, sure and gruff; looking to put out, what should go back in; mixed with a pinch of will and a punch of win, and a knowing, that our true showing matters most.
all reasons to lean in, to give in, are only apparent so we can agree to try and save ourselves; but it never is nor was about us, but rather about us seeing past ourselves; that’s where the magic happens.
all that lies before you that makes you feel uncomfortable, cannot help but laugh when you buckle, chuckles when you’re daft, and can only smile when you deem yourself less wild than your inner child was ever meant to be.
tomorrow's another day, a new dawn will crest over the hills or buildings or houses before you, but its meaning is in your hands, as it’s either another day lost or a new dawn worth fighting for.
assumptions are a tricky thing. once put together, they’re like a brick of glue - very difficult to pull apart. all feelings, especially the bad ones, are built on assumption. but we have no guaranteed clue that we’re right in assuming what we feel. so relax and work and hope and learn to cope, because … Continue reading brick
if you had to be an artist if you had to create art what would you be how would you do it and what would you create?