Thoughts for the night

Heaven's gold is cast in the forage of hell and the casket is but the gateway to the Cradle.

I made myself an extra in your story only to get smaller and smaller as you walked away and the camera stayed fixed on you. You screamed at me to go away and I did and I never saw you. I said I wouldn't

A sunlit lock of hair turns my eyes back to the wreckage, to the palace where hope burned in a holy altar. It is time to pry my eyes from the shining past. Believe a lie for a while to carve a smile. Some

Motion creates emotion

It's easy to forget that the people we love are still people. We lift them lofty with the myths and fables that we tell ourselves, but we're all just children at the end of the day. We're trying our best.

Lotus on a hotel floor... Ashes on the balcony. Key that doesn't work anymore, Sun's a petty tyrant. Staring at the desert moon, Home's an unmade bed. Refresh the eleventh time, Minutes drag the hours

Fly, Fly, Fly on the wall-paper, Blissfully small, Watching you crawl. I am your god, But god is my god. God is a fly, To some other guy. Run, run Run little boy Hide in the roses From god and the guy.

"The grass is greener where you water it." It's easy to quibble back and forth over the best place to be. I've spent plenty of time scratching my head while I made lists of pros and cons. But

“True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

If she loves me, she's not the one. Leave the one that loved you; love the one that left you. There's your fucking romance. Nothing will change till you do. It's important to recognize the ways we perpetuate

Rolling hills of nothingness crash on me like breaking waves. Form is a hum, a resounding. The eye makes the horizon. Beauty is in the mind's eye of the beholder. The observer and the object are one. Where

I am the creator. My outer world is a reflection of my inner world. My life is a song. Beautiful and resonant. There are crests and falls, the shimmering of bells. I flow freely, enrapt in the unfolding

I don't usually draw...

Receipt doodling

It's a good day. One where the children aren't screaming too loud as I walk by the playground in the park. The tune I'm whistling is harmonizing with the car alarms and ambulance sirens. The sun is a perfect

Quit calling your demons demons. You're just painting faces on your pain. Quit calling your demons demons. They only hurt you because you refuse to let yourself heal. And quit calling your demons demons.

It's searching for the things that you think would make you whole in the eyes of the world that is keeping you from realizing that you're already complete. The trick to winning this race is simple, stop

Brush: a slight and fleeting touch

Sit in my passenger seat and listen to The Doors. The moon is yellow and the air is Smokey. I got a half tank and an empty cup in my cup holder. The check engine light is yellow and the stop sign is green.