Some poetry, some prose, and some photos. Some of these pictures were taken more than a year ago, but still had hold the same meaning. Everything presented here is meant to tell a story. Read/look and enjoy.
5-7-2018: Sedated from the day to day. What coping agencies do you use? Sex, money, all the cliche vices that walk beside us. So much they become invisible to us in an attempt to make the uncomfortable parts of life invisible.
5-6-2018 Constant search of… love, lust,complacency,more,tranquility, validation, meaning, vanity. Rolled into one script.. searching is over, but life….
As of late my spirit has been troubled. Fixated on the fear of leaving. Not necessarily with myself but more so with those around me. The fear of losing encloses my light; shaping clouds of negative context that may or may not be there. Is life to be lived like this, in a constant fear of losing? 05-04-2018
Everything we have will be consumed in due time, left under the sun to burn and be lifted off this plateau in a fashion where it never existed. Our hearts are feeble pieces, constantly trying to save themselves from reality.
The devils a liar, I feel him breathing
Never stopping ,no matter the seasons.
No rest on earth, no faith in clouds
No break for sleep we’re wanderers in the wild.
Set up as prey, pride in falling
The shadows feel heavier, eternity is calling.
These things shall be shaken that we cling to. Only eternal which for am moment seems forever out of reach will rise to stay. We can’t stay forever, souls will push through, prevail despite the common efforts of men that fall as dust.
We are made through adversity, the tearing of old layers to form new . The maker does not pull us away from fire, but rather pushes us through it weakness and insecurities are purged as nothing.