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I Sometimes Wish I Were Wooden So I Could Carve Myself Into Something beautiful

Just Something I wrote

I Sometimes Wis…

Sorry Mom

So Here I Go

Only To Try

Rewrite Life

Really This Time

You Know Im Sorry

Mom I Really Am

Obviously I Haven’t Changed But

Maybe I can

The Letters On The Way Down Say …Sorry Mom 

 

 

 

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A Drawing I Drew Of My lady

Tara

A Flower

You

Forget Me Not

this nothing circle

From right here the world isnt so big. As i stand in this solidified sphere of nothingness all i dream is to see the other side the high tide of this empty ocean we call earth. Maybe one day when i realize we as clay vessels are useless to this world ill begin my journey across the naked sky to other broken skies. In hopes that other lands arent decayed like this one ive grown to be part of. In a way this empty earth is some what wooden yet we have no way of carving it into something beautiful. Its set in stone stuck like me in this ever growing hole of regret. So what to come of me after ive finished my days what will happen to this basket case of burdens ive created this souless monster forever incarcerated in this hell…in this never ending nothing circle