an end to one journey

Things proceeded as they did and definitely not how I predicted. I thought it was befitting to post one last time here, a post only found here. I moved. To my own domain. My writings have found a new home with my art and all things I love to do. Before you click on the

honest musing

Would you read my musings still if I moved? I’m often afraid. I’m often afraid that no one reads my ramblings but when the fear subsides, I’m actually relieved to have a platform to rant and get wild. I am going to learn how to transfer this blog to the site I’m working on because

minimalistic changes

You can probably tell, I’m in a blogging mood as I’ve blogged in consecutive days now. I’m really enjoying writing about my life and the “steps”. Welcome to a new side of my life. I’ve become one of those minimalists. Or I strive to be as best I can as an artist, crafter, and writer.

Poem 100 + Seeing the World

Breath. there in the back of my head, a sting, a stabbing pain. the doctors tell me, i live in a world where pain is too constant. i’ve patched myself up too many times. i Drown with predators. i took a breath, so long, the world paused With my heart. it strained my existence. i

upset

I woke up this morning feeling pretty good about myself. I finished plenty of art pieces I had on my to-do list this week and I also recently posted a video on YouTube which I hadn’t done since Ginger died. But right now, I’m feeling very upset. I have no wish to do anything at