poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
And this is the part where I realize that there is still so much of my -self- that needs to be aired out and let go. My ego is shattering but the shards keep slicing me open and man, do they cut deep. I need to cauterize the wound. But it's not time. I am… Continue reading Self Reflection; Broken Mirrors
"Where does your head go when everything around you falls colorless and silent?" The little white owl asked Alice. Alice shook her head, sharply inhaled and replied, "Nowhere extraordinary but perhaps that's the point. Sometimes I draw it out... to give the colorless madness a voice."
Unraveling my soul 