November 18, 2025

What shapes the soul? 

As you stare into someone eyes, you wonder what’s brought them to point

March 1, 2024 at 23:02

I don’t know why it is that full moons tug at my soul like waves at the sea. Crashing me into the

shores of self loathing. Destroying hand sculpted Victorian walls of beach castles

In a world where you can YouTube your style and google a belief system, we seem more lost than ever

Date: unknown

That first inhale in the morning, that rush it gives me. My knees buckle. My pupils widen. My mind awakens from dark cave in which it lies

dormant of the night before. Now 1 am truly awake, l as the nicotine rush through the maze of my vein hitting the lobs of my mind. Like oil lubricating the piston walls of an engine at dawn.

June 20, 2025 at 20:34

It’s like I’m addicted to being alone. Alway from the nonsense out side my outside my bedroom door. Alway from that chatter of the 24 hour news cycle. Alway from the nagging of others.

I use to be frightened from being by loneliness.

My biggest fear use to be to was being alone. I used to be in room full of people and still feel like i was the only one there. Maybe because I didn’t feel like i belonged, and even know from time to time i still get chills when it’s just me sitting at the bar. It took years to feel comfort in solitude. In the absence of everyone there’s a peace I can finally feel free in. Where the fear of missing out doesn’t bother me like it once did when I was 19 searching for other til fill the void.

My lover

June 27, 2025 at 16:03

What aspect of yourself do you hide from others? And why?

I hide things I’m working on or whatever artistic thing I do because I’ve been clowned for it in the past. Or someone will take whatever I’m doing and try to shit on it. I find things more sacred when they’re just for me. If it’s just for me. I might put it out but I put it out to push myself to release my work but I do the work for me. I write for me, skate for me blog for me. I come to the point where I feel weird about sharing my passions with people for profit or commerce but if I just do it for free. I don’t have to worry about pimping my passion. I still get the reps and still get the exposure without focusing on the monetary assets of selling art

June 30, 2025 at 18:30

Today’s the day, I wanna see it burn all down from the skyscraper in the distance to the tree in the backyard. Today I feel the weight on my shoulder of worlds gone passed. Today the venom in my pen bites back and poor bastard you hope it kills you or whatever it is inside of you that stops you from holding your breath under water. I want to

July 13, 2025 at 13:17

And the only thing in the way of greatness is me.

I’ve always said if I could get out of my own way.. I’d be great but I wasn’t that I was in my own way it was that I didn’t know. I didn’t have the information I didn’t know what more to give given the limitation that were given to me. I bare the weight of the world on these shoulders and the weight of society in my mind. The only choice I have is to be great because for some reason I was choose.. and these blessing have been bestowed upon me. So the question isn’t why me? But why not?

Greatness can be given but respect must earn.

Hardwork and hardtimes are just apart of any man’s story. And the only thing promised is death.