Day 980

"It won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel That I still need your love after all that I've done You won't believe me All you will see is a girl you once knew" Who do you look to? Throughout life I have been exposed to some the … Continue reading Day 980

Day 979

“My castle crumbled overnight I brought a knife to a gunfight They took the crown, but it's alright All the liars are calling me won Nobody's heard from me for months I'm doing better than I ever was” The calm descended like a warm weighted blanket while lost in an arctic tundra. I had a … Continue reading Day 979

Day 967

Tomorrow is my birthday….I will be 31 years old. Much older than I had expected or wanted a decade ago. Actually almost exactly ten years ago I started my addiction. Getting shitfaced with some of my oldest friends at the time. Hiding that I was already high out of my mind; I had an omenous … Continue reading Day 967

Day 944

“Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it’s the path of least resistance for our souls – an energy force that wants nothing more than for us to honor and accept who we are and discover what we’re meant … Continue reading Day 944

Day 915

There is a space I vacillate within. Close to the edge. Provoking my imagination in the most obfuscous ways possible. As if I am flirting with my own disaster. Or feeding my black wolf over the white to see who will kill who eventually. I came face to face with myself just a year and … Continue reading Day 915

Day 912

“Success is on the way, I feel it in the distance Used to look up at the stars and be like ain't too much that's different I be shinin', they be shinin', get your one shot don't you miss it What you know bout' wakin' up everyday like you on a mission? I hope you … Continue reading Day 912

Day 909

There are things that pop into one’s mind over and over again. Why? What is the purpose? I often find myself gazing into the nothing. The tree branches against a clouded sky. The old dried leaves still covering the grounds from this last winter. Listening to the wind whispering or loud angry roars. Speaking to … Continue reading Day 909