Mom often reminds me of ‘how far I’ve come’ from my rock bottom, my mental breakdown in 2013. Back then, I recessed into some other universe than the one Everyone else actually lived in, and was there for an impressive amount of time. Nasty ass dirt compiled under my uncut nails as I was climbingContinue reading “‘Started from the bottom now we’re here’”
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One of the reasons why I enjoy drawing portraits so much is the pseudo social bond you develop with the subject. Its all about portraying their deepest and most intimate personality traits trough their facial features, shapes, and shadows. When I was learning how to draw portraiture, I used to have arguments all the timeContinue reading
The War
I was on my blue and green huffy 20 speed, on my way home from my friends house- it was already so late, 4 in the morning, when the sun barely kisses the brink of the horizon while the night still sparkles stars over the Ohio sky. For some reason, I decided not to goContinue reading “The War”
Wildflowers
“Now, I know I’m not the most Godliest woman,” I started, my six foot stature crunching grass and straw under new Drew clog slip ons. “But isn’t it weird how the universe throws people in our lives for specific amounts of time to make an impact, and then they’re gone? How paths just bend andContinue reading “Wildflowers”
Tiny Rainbow Bag with a Brown Button
This one time when I had money in my pocket, I went to A Full Moon Rising and found this miniature rainbow bag with a brown button hanging on display for sale, along with many other variations of the same bag in different colors. The bag screamed my name and the tag screamed $10. IContinue reading “Tiny Rainbow Bag with a Brown Button”
A Morning of Love
This morning was a time for the books- a high quality morning of a day off for both Ricky and myself. The sun gazed a cool, September overlook among the questionable neighborhood I live in. YellowBelly’s chirps and melodies reverberated volumes throughout the apartment. The GameCube ran Animal Crossing hours on end, killing any anxietyContinue reading “A Morning of Love”
Andrew
I remember when I was working at Donatos by the base during college in 2012. One particular night, a customer came to the counter while I was at the cut table. He looked to be in his late 20’s, early 30’s. I’m a little fuzzy, but I recall him wearing a military uniform, grasping aContinue reading “Andrew”
My Heart
My heart is but a fishing bobber:Pallid and crimson, split in color.When casted from pole, to sea, or lakeor pond, perhaps. Floating uneasy atop the drift, To billow in ripple; bobbing over forgotten wakes. To reel it in would be a lost causeBecause one would save a thing if it were drowningBut for what? For what?To saveContinue reading “My Heart”
The Human Healer’s Stories 