“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
Our fists clenched, shaking ’em at the sky, with a flood of irrational emotions, we cry. Damn this existence of human life’s brevity, We marvel
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
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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