Whale Song

And in my sinking heart there is a whale song. The blue whale sings his melodic hum waiting for harmonies to join in. He sings of the tsunamis of overwhelming emotion. He sings of the droughts afterwards. He sings of the unsteady beating of his home, of my heart. He sings of the silent ocean,…

Painted Veins

In this world I have known people to either be artists or to be art. You, my dear, seem to be the wonder of both.

3 Years Later

I never expected people to care. It was never in my mind that individuals in 30 different countries would have my blog address memorized and be visiting it routinely, that there would be fan art made of my words. All this was to me was writing but now, it has become so much more. I remember…

Drained

I want to write. I want to write something but I don’t know how anymore, it seems. I sit here for hours staring down the pixelated screen getting brighter as the room gets darker waiting for some form of anything to come to my mind to dance it’s way across the keyboard. Nothing is coming,…