I start by pacing the charcoal pencil back and forth, hovering slightly over the sketchbook page. Waiting for the hand to fall, allowing the charcoal
Tag: anxiety
The Toolbox
They broke in again last night. The thoughts and anxiety burst through the exoskeleton I had erected around my emotions, and they were clever enough
Dazed and Amused. The story of my…
As the days shrink to nothing more than slivers of light, lasting just long enough to dry the dew from the plastic on my newspaper
Natural disaster
In an unusual way, it’s a beautiful sight. The leveling of the concrete exterior, exposing all that lies inside. Personal artifacts once kept so secret
The opposite of numb
Comfort in anxiety. Fight or flight.. Without it, I have nothing I am nothing. I crave
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 