He was born with the mind of an artist, but, through some trick of fate, was given no means to express it. Some would say along with a small shameful part of my mind, that he is like a child, playing pretend in a world long since gone and dead, and therefore, no use for … Continue reading He Has an Artist’s Mind
Dear Daily Burn
Dear Daily Burn advertisements, Please stop making me feel fat. Sincerely, I am not fat...right?
To My Friend Named ‘Death’
Death, You see yourself as empty black stone; a building with no purpose. You claim the ground beneath your feet is thin, with flames beneath the surface. The days gape wide, swallow you whole, for you to past through half-digested out the other side, and you say you can smell the stench of yourself. Death, … Continue reading To My Friend Named ‘Death’