The mind (poem)

Sometimes there is magic in the madness. Sometimes magic lies in the silence. Problems concerned. Problems discerned. Problems overturned. You hear the whispers beyond the screams, that rage deep within your depths. Hoping they will be heard before it's too late, or before you become consumed by its grasps. The mind is a funny thing. … Continue reading The mind (poem)


Some days…

Some days you rise. Some days you fall. Some days the fall is a ride. Some days the fall is an end. Some days the fall is brief. Some days the fall makes the most sense. Some days the fall is all you want to do. Some days that is it.