“Goodbye yesterday… It’s not me, it’s you. You just hurt too much.” Missing all of my people right now. Can’t explain it. It’s heavy. As

Original writing and artwork …everything is subject to change
“Goodbye yesterday… It’s not me, it’s you. You just hurt too much.” Missing all of my people right now. Can’t explain it. It’s heavy. As
Hypnotized by the alluring midnight black flowing hair mimicking the curtains blowing in the ocean’s breath, I’ve never had such a beautiful image of Satan
I scratched and I clawed my way, several feet up intuitive, survival instincts had quickly kicked in, I punched my way through the tamped surface
I heard someone once say… you can’t put your arms around a memory. I’ll never let that get the better of me, for in a
I can’t stand looking at her stand over his bed anymore. It’s so sad to watch somebody’s life fade before their face. It feels so
On the go…
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
Where a little insanity goes a long way
I speak my heart out.
You are not the " U" in ubiquitous, but the "U" in Unique
Conceptual spaces: politics, philosophy, art, literature, religion, cultural history
writer of words, singer of songs, creator of art