I honestly don’t know what the hell is going on anymore. I get wrapped up in my head that it all seems to mush into a big mess. I am having a hard time keeping my OCD in check lately. For the most part, it used to be easy, just listen to music and write.
Category: random thoughts
Search within the mystery. Bursting colors illuminated by darkness. Flickers of rays met with caverns of emotions. Into the deep.
O sweet goddess, you have marked me eternity. Hear my words part and reach tickled ears. Such beauty stretching beyond time and space. Trouble breeding strength and growth into such amazement. Your eyes are the sunset to my dreams. Your voice the melody to my heart. Your touch the calming wing. Catch me in your
Echoing thoughts raging from whispering silence swelling within. Nights of darkness met by flickering light. Vision disrupt by blurry noises. The paradox of the senses mixed as life finds meaning touched by empty spirits. Vibrating emotions catching the scent of the agent of nothingness. Tales carry home the tolls of finding life in an empty
They never warned me how my life would be living with OCD. You would think a warning sign would be placed before my exit out of the womb. This way to a lifetime of instability mentally! I feel like that is the huge welcome I should have received. But I guess you could say that
I’m an artist. Call the press and inform them of a future where we will see the next great. All jokes aside, I am indeed an artist. I pride myself in saying I am an artist and one that constantly is learning and growing in the craft. I’ve been drawing, painting, and writing ever since
The cold night echoed and caught my embrace which was met with a shiver. The air before we seemed to become masked by the air released from my being. Silence never felt so welcoming, though the rustling of the trees brushed through each other. A serenade of the darkness which was dimly seen by the
Why are we our own worst enemies? I like to think from time to time that I have complete control over my life. One moment (once I wake up and grab my coffee that is) I like to believe that today will be the day I envisioned yesterday. Nevertheless life swings at you like a
We no longer know what happiness is. I am right now laying on my bed and wondering what it means to be happy. I remember when it was 2 years ago and I wrote an article about how happiness is a state of mind. Yet to answer the question or even if I was to
I’ve been busy. Ring the sirens and call an emergency board meeting. I cant fully describe what has happened except that I am happy in many ways. Nanowrimo has begun and I have been writing like a mad man. I will post snippets when I can to entice people. This may as well could be