I wander alone in Nature and I wonder.
My soul was filled with empty corridors,
My heart was vacant and cold.
Wandering visiters stumbled upon me,
hoping to spend a night in my home.
Oceanside Sickness
It’s like 11pm and I am having difficulty sleeping, so I decide to go out for a drive. I contemplate hitting up the beach as I have a nice little secluded spot hidden behind some condos and an unoccupied beach house. No one ever goes there at night, and since I always carry beach supplies in my trunk, I am…
Lights are low, minus the occasional flashy ones on the dance floor,and the ones that light up the bar that are also lighting up your face as you order a drink. Let me guess: a ginger and whiskey to start off your evening?
“Life imitates art more than art imitates life.”
— Oscar Wilde
In the middle of a heated discussion, someone told me, “the function of art is that it has no function,” and I remember feeling completely…