Well, as I am sitting here I am still trying very hard to come up with something to write or art journal or something. I have started to read through some of my older stuff to hopefully get into the mindframe to write something again. HOLY CRAP!! A lot of my stuff is/was dark and dreary but I really wasn’t. It is amazing I think that I could write about love, and hate, dark and horrid but always at a time when I never felt any of it. Strange!!!

Well still nothing has come to my head to write or do. I would love to art journal a page but I am in desperate need of some supplies. So I guess that one will have to wait. I could write something, but I have absolutely no clue as to what. I haven’t had a good idea in a long time.

Today I post something old and random from my collection.

Red burns
through my soul
Your hands hold
Responsibility
Vicious thoughts
Clutter my mind
Vengence guides
My heart
Consumption
Is poison
Destroying
MY LIFE

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