Nothingness

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I’m going to die one day. And that fact alone should force me to live my life to the fullest. But I’m the opposite way around. I want to die because I am consistently eaten up by nothingness.

Confessions of a Wallflower, page 69

Artistically Broken Hearted

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Only a few people know what it feels like to be artistically broken hearted. Not being good enough of a writer or a painter or a musician. Or not being able to catch a break and being forced to do something else that is economically stable. And it’s hard. Because the life of a creative is all about expression. And without having to be happy in what you love to do best is a nightmare. It truly is a nightmare.

Death, Grief & Loss Poetry

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Confessions of a Wallflower, my debut poetry collection, is #30 in death, grief & loss poetry! Thank you so much to everyone who purchased. It means so much. ❤  

This piece of my soul is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859

Someone Called Daisy

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There were days when I treated her like nothing because I felt like nothing. Like everything in the world felt so unreal including my very own existence. But it was during those times that she treated me like I was the loveliest person in the world. And for that, I will always love this woman.