At the beach, sitting in the sand, talking to myself.

Salt water encased in glossy eyes. begging for blue drowning in air. everything before me flies yet I don’t really seem to care. Apathy flood, peace in disguise forbidden waters I have entered The stillness is a mimicked birth And I surrender at its center. Weightless I am cradled by ocean arms, a dissolving human…

The Art of Not Giving a Fuck

10.10.17 I place emphasis on every little thing; looking forward to the meaning it will bring. Another day comes, another day goes. The sun still rises, the wind still blows. sip a frosty glass of wine, to down the crap of given time. So many wasted hours, so many hazy feels. Forgive myself for wrong…

No Feels

Feel no way.. Feel no way.. Lately I’m only painting grey. A washed out hue, of baby blue, A drunken shade of pink. Two dozen roses in the garden And they aren’t even red. The hell with the color of a flower, the petals still end up on your bed. I’m filling myself with a…