I know. I have not written in quite sometime. Not great, admittedly, but I have been busy. Still no excuse. The truth? I’m sick of myself and my feelings. Bored of them. They have numbed my brain. Hopefully the fact that I felt compelled to share this with you all now is a sign that I’m ready to get over it and start writing again.
We will see…
Try to be kind and cut me a break please, because anything you may have to say to me, I’m fairly certain , I have said it to myself already.
Goodnight and thank you for the support.
How many paintings did Picasso paint each year? How many words were translated to create The Bible over time? I believe the fad of the Internet has left us all empty with expectations of express satisfaction as opposed to realistic daily life inspirational exchanges. What is the rush? We should only be so lucky? Don’t waste yours words, don’t waste your time, don’t waste ours and all things in time.
The Great American Wishing Well
It took me by surprise
there I saw the face of Abraham Lincoln
Brown Pennies Whole Graveyards of Brown Pennies
I saw the Ghost of Abraham Lincoln
It took me by surprise
Brown Pennies Whole Graveyards of Brown Pennies
Hey Beautiful, you’ve been missed. No worries. Holla at a brother if you’re in the Baltimore area. Peace, love and soul!
hang in there kid. dont be too hard on yourself. life isnt that deep…… go play with your kids
I usually don’t try to force the creative process. Then again, the stuff I work the hardest on usually gets the least reaction, while the stuff I just throw out there people seem to react to the best. I gave up trying to figure that out a long time ago. I just keep churning out my stuff. ( Sounds like I just contradicted myself. Oh, well! )