I’d long to see you in action—oh, how I love the sweet, sweet abuse of an artist’s favorite canvas. Watching quietly as they paint what they feel, letting their imagination take them to places higher than I could ever comprehend.

I, a faraway observer, have fallen in love with the way paint paints emotion—how it makes me feel seen and heard, reminding me that there are people like me out there. A...

In a world full of roses, be a wilted petal.

Departing from its own body, it drifts toward the ground in a slow, crusading dance of beauty and loss. Shedding what once held it, it begins to rot and decay upon the bed of the earth.

I remind myself of that wilted petal — trying my damnedest to break free from the body I rot off of, shedding myself from what keeps me still.

_Yet, as a ...

My fingers tremble and shake as I feel the liquid run,

Down and down my side it trickles — ego shot by poisoned gun.

Pride catches up to ya’ it always will, it must.

Til you’re shot down by it’s thousands if bullets, trust.

Embaressment takes you with it— no if, ands, or buts.

Embaressment is torture, burns like salt in cuts.

**These share something cruel, something I canno...