He pulled skin and muscle aside, his fingers finding the bone beneath as they tore their way through flesh. Working his fingers between the tight spaces, tendons and cartilage popped and snapped as it released from the ribs, which in turn creaked and groaned before finally breaking. He could feel the bone bend and fracture,... Continue Reading →
I'm holding on to nothing even though there's nothing to hold I step into the emptiness of a world I don't know Shattered belief and collapsing faith aren't enough for me to hold and I'm holding on to nothing But this nothing this nothing won't let me go
One day I will find my voice and when I do, words won't be needed, but until then, they are all I have.
Voiceless I offer my soul, a glimpse into who I am, words fail, falling without life, lost in the rush of time.
Upon reflection,I find thatall that is left of meis you.
moments of clarity and perfection, surrounded by the failure of an artist to be what he is or what he might
the rabbit hole downward spiral no light at the bottom
Last nightwas too muchof not enough.
If we are to be, then we must be, before we end, as all things must.
Of all the thingsI am meant to be,I find that simply,in my being,I am.
The Sanctuary of the Storm 