It’s Just Me…
“He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes…”
Category: PTSD
AM I FAMOUS YET?
“…I was a rebel…not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days…months…centuries before…”
Are You Confused?
Who Was I Then? Am I Now? Who Will I Become? I know that we change, it is a natural thing. I’m not hung up on the aging process… the … Continue reading Are You Confused?
A Freewheeling Frenzy!
I have to get the mix just right: a smidgen of anxiety, a pinch of hunger, a good dose of caffeine and just about 48 hours without sleep and *BAM*! … Continue reading A Freewheeling Frenzy!
Yellow Belly.
…Random Words, Targeted Pain….Red, Yellow, Green and Brown Pain…White Pain…My Pain…
FAIL…SAFE?
“…a drive to put what is playing on my internal projector out into the real world, for others to see…”
Starting Over, Over Again
“… can you see me going mad in here?…”
Illuminating The Plight of an Artist In the THROES of a MANIC EPISODE!!!
“…I am moved…because I walked thru 20 miles and 56 years of burning coals to get where I am…
IN the DOGHOUSE
…there is a niggling worry, about the big C…CO I mean…VID…
Over the Humpty-Dump
Oh, the fun of a downward spiral…After a week or two of just mind blowing energy and creativity, comes the inevitable crash. This time it was about a week of … Continue reading Over the Humpty-Dump
In My Room
your home is your place to dream, to find peace and rest. A cocoon, a safe haven, an island in the storm… a place to create, to define, to highlight … Continue reading In My Room
