“And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am” “When you’ve been fighting for it all your life You’ve been working every day and night That’s how a superhero learns to fly (Every(…)
As far back as I can remember I’ve been plagued by thoughts of being in danger. I mean life threatening danger. I know, it’s dramatic. Over the top? Well, maybe but then again maybe not. I’ve never admitted to having these thoughts to anyone. How odd would I (or do I now) sound? I never(…)
I can’t find the written words, so here they are today. I’m not brave and I’m not strong. The painting is called ‘rootless’.
Read a book, scan a magazine.Watch a screen, look into space And dream. Think nothing, contemplate everything. And fly. Read an emotion, scan the space Watch body language, stare at a face And tense. Prepare for battle, Prepare to run. And flee.
I don’t set out to write most days. It just happens. And the timing isn’t set either. Again it just happens. So maybe this is as much a diary as anything else. I don’t suppose it matters really. Having depression and being hormonal do not make for a good combination. That’s my thought for(…)
Sometimes you have to paint right from your heart. And from your soul. I paint as a way of helping me cope. I paint my tears and my sadness. I paint loneliness. And I paint hope. Simultaneously straightforward and yet complex. Shame strangles your voice Fear crushes your hope Courage sows the seed of(…)