Creativity and Mental Illness. A clarity as clear as a deer standing in the middle of a foggy, highway. You’re aware of its presence,but considered yourself the exemption…Until you’re thrust into recognition, acceptance, and full impact. Writers read. A lot. Then we float around the normal activities of life trying to keep our imagination, andContinue reading “Abnormally Normal”
“Space. It’s an illusion.” Silence hung in the air. Yours standing proud with certainty. Mine overrun with questions, stupidity quotas, and considerations of sleep walking. “Seriously, Space. It’s an illusion.” I really should take your mic, but my mind is still processing this reality. You continue. “It’s just a government plot to get us toContinue reading “Moments…in…Purgatory”
I wrote. He read it. Copy and Paste. Add His Name. A Thief has been Born.
Reading a good book Thought I could fly like Peter Broke leg…Maybe not
Honestly, It hurt..knowing that the same voice I take heed to, and listen to ..spoke your truth about the lack of importance of my voice..in your life…Akin to hearing you make an appointment of a future deal with the devil. You delivered a fresh uppercut to my jaw…Blindsided. No bobbing. No weaving. Bulls-eye. However, it didContinue reading “Shut out and Ignored. Numb.”
REALITY IS…. …I am Human (sometimes). Sh*t happens. Enough said. …My experience is Mine. It is viewed through eyes that have cried, expressed joy, and witnessed things that will never be erased from my memory. …Pain and Understanding = V.I.P. Access. Yep, My flyer miles are high. This heart of mine has been Punted intoContinue reading “…Reality is…”
A blog. A beautiful, and sometimes ugly place, where I can create. If I write a story about winning the lottery, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter if I really won. I can write about visiting a purple beach where the fish give high fives and dance on the water, it’s okay. If I paint aContinue reading “Blog on”