Bipolar

And I sit her, and I wonder why do I bother living at all. There my friend lay with her eyes closed and I feel surreal. As if at any moment she might open her eyes and roll them at me like she always does but she doesn't. And so I walk away from the… Continue reading Bipolar

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Make Love, Make Art

I know that there is still a couple more months to go before the end of 2015 but this year has been a collective moments of grand spectacular and despondency. I am thankful that I did not choose to die for the pain has brought with it a new territorial taste of ecstasy. The revival… Continue reading Make Love, Make Art