A crippling romance. The worthless chaos.
My silence is an asylum to the madness of the spinning orb I call my residence.
From her lips overflow orchestras of azure orchards,sapphire gardens and lyrics of heavenly sensations. Her eyes pierce I, and I tear open tear ducts until rivers erupt, flowing hydration to seeds rooted in pain. After the rain comes sunshine. Soon I'll see blue roses again.
I'm trying out a platform where people can send money to help me finish a book. No, it's not Patreon.
I haven't blogged in a while. There's a myriad of excuses and circumstances that I can expound on. For the sake of simplicity, I'll admit that I've gone through self-hustle fatigue yet again. Even this blog post, which is both an update and a roadmap concerning the future of the blog, has gone through multiple … Continue reading I’m learning to draw
WordPress recently reminded me that I created this account 2 years ago. It's amazing to see how far this blog has gone since I conceptualized the idea on a bus ride home. The humble beginnings that led to Brother Humbled. The early logos that I created on my iPod Touch. The multiple notes recorded at … Continue reading A 2-Year Anniversary