liverpool

i had a dream once, back in twenty-fifteen, that i would runaway to liverpool amidst a burning internal anger. without knowing a damn thing, i imagined this would be the city to channel my souls angst. i'd show up with just enough cash, to pick up leather + jean clothing, ripped and torn, with punk... Continue Reading →

Human Experience, Human Truth

A week has passed. On my mind? I'm not sure, I am now just bravely settling into stillness. I have kept a high pace through the strides of the waking hours. I see my home only to sleep, the hours of the day spent evading, Jobs and responsibilities make great distractors. Stay busy fool. Stay... Continue Reading →

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