Ventures of a love-sick fool and poetic menace.

 

  I’m not your everyday, average tortured artist with a permanent scowl or colorblind sense of fashion, though i do gravitate towards the darker end of the spectrum and have a bit of a poker face in public.

I’m actually quite a privite person in person but on paper i’ve always been able to let loose and bare all and then i discovered the internet and started posting. I mean why not? It’s therapuedic. There’s just something about the act of putting it out there, I hold this image in my head of releasing a injured bird from my hands to the sky when i try to put it into words. That’s what the writing process is like for me. And if i wrote all this stuff and just kept them  filed away in notebooks and binders on my desk, my healing process would be incomplete and my injured parts would fester and become horribly infected. Call me overdramatic but, that’s the way I feel about it.