A place for me to share my writing and art. Dappled sunlight filters down through the fingers of gnarled old trees. Surrounded by nothing but bramble and bush. Calling out for a guiding hand on skinned and scratched knees. Not a sound answers back,. Everything down to the fallen leaves appear muted,. The shades are steep here, covering everything in quiet melancholy. All of the forest life is hidden and silent,. Eyes shut tight, hands clamped over his ears.

Traveling with a chronic medical condition. America by Public Transit 2015. Hoover Dam, April 2015. Los Angeles, May 2015.

Chronicling an ever-changing city through faded and forgotten artifacts. That was the lead in a. So proud of the school was the newly unified city that they put it on a postcard.

My age within my habits. I have a silvery goo spread all over my face, a promise of firmness yet to be realized. I have a deep conditioner in my hair, repairing the damage done in hiding my gray hair. Christ when did I become a parody of aging? January 29, 2017.

For a fight but hey! The universe ignores us. Knock Knock Jokes Amongst the Upper Crust. Bathtubimdwowning to see you, Sir.

Growing roots in Siargao Island. On dreaming reality and realizing dreams. Growing roots in Siargao Island. On dreaming reality and realizing dreams.

On March 3, 2018. Was defined by Merriam-Webster as. To take pleasure or satisfaction in. And that is really a good way to make living worth it. My ego, the p.