And by the time doubts and sadness came back out, you had your groove back. It’s all about the spirits you pour in it. Here’s the thing, I’m an emotional star. My light is bright and bright it shines, even when enfolded in doubts. It’s a contradiction how I find solace in solitude. Or so…
My feet up on a table, hands writing my life. Papers, sticky notes, cheap street art. All overlapping each other, hanging from a wall so plain and white. Receipts everywhere; months old, years old — what’s the point of holding on? Organizing them is futile, I long gave up. Paper towel wasted, not my doing….
When the evening shadows and the stars appear, And there is no one there to dry your tears… ~Adele, Make You Feel My Love What do you do with the memories? Don’t you wish sometimes Memory Lane did exist in physical matter so you could revisit, sit by a tree and stare at it all?…
“Welcome to My Life” – I like that song by Simple Plan. It’s so relatable sometimes. The girl in the drawing feels just like it. Do you ever feel like breaking down? Are you desperate to find something more Before your life is over? Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick…