Inspirational Flower Uninspirational Sink

In the height of dead week I found a little life, gotta try and find beauty in everyday.

Sign at the X

I don’t know why I do what I do.

Why I push away the only ones who care.

I know he loved me. I knew it the first time we spoke.

and the second

and the third

I ignored it. Thought “not knowing”, meant it untrue

and then the final time.

When I fell too.

we spoke of our souls

the world stopped.

normalcy settled

I had never experienced such intimacy

not of passion but security

our heels ached with breaking points.

weaknesses and heartaches masked,

our demons fantasize of another who could possibly feel such pain

interlocking talons as we stroll down shadow covered consciousnesses.

I knew I should feel fear. distance.

but for the first time the darkness felt safe,

as if for the first time I knew what lie beyond.

and than somewhere between now and then

I rationalized

darkness crept back into the depths

condemned to comfort

I did not allow myself to forget,

grasping to the words of predecessors.

knuckles white

I said I don’t know why I do what I do

but do not be fooled I am not blind to what

Moderation is my enemy,

terrified of losing it all,

investing too much,

I starve.

I’ve felt indulgence,

blinded by emotion.

allowing my heart to be open, and my eyes
closed

blissfully lifting the gates

the perfect heist

trusting, giving, loving

too soon, too much. loving.

none returned

and now what do I have to show

space, voids

I know you were different.

a broken forgotten soul

craving love and the one who would finally accept it.

I know I hurt you

and for that I can’t forgive myself...

I’m sorry, I was not strong enough.

I hope you find who is.

Heavy Breathing

18inx24in inspired by Picasso's "Blue Nude (Woman)"

Obviously no one can own up to Pablo Picasso's insane talent; but I felt compelled to make my own version of "Blue Nude". He could convey so much heavy emotion all with out a facial view, but merely the physical breakdown to replicate an internal despair... I can only hope to own up to something like that.

you are my heart...

Surrender Every Anxious Thought

press play to proceed

Smirk

Smile through the hard times...

This is what we do...

"In life we do things.
Some we wish we had never done.
Some we wish we could reply a million times in our heads.
But they all make us who we are.
And in the end they shape every detail about us.
If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn't be the person we are
So just live.
Make mistakes,
Have wonderful memories.
But never second guess who you are.
Where you've been,
And most importantly,
Where it is you are going."

"This is what we do. This is what people do, they stay alive for each other."