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 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
Transitions are inevitable. In two days, I transition from being 21 to 22. So for the past couple of days, my mind has been wrapped up in nostalgia and thoughts about the future. Transitions are both expected and unexpected. I look forward to them, yet I'm unwilling to open my door when they arrive. Name … Continue reading The Importance Of Transitions