Wealth isn’t going to fix it.

Everyone is destroying the planet wealth is not heroicwealth isn’t going to fix it. The more moneythe more travelthe faster the carthe bigger the housethe bigger the wardrobe the fancier the food. Look down upon thosewith less wealth clothing a family of four for the amount you pay on one dressmocking those with holes inContinue reading “Wealth isn’t going to fix it.”

Drawing collage-like art and a pumpkin head.

I’m trying to work on my drawing skill in which I’m often frustrated with the end result. Therefore I often turn to taking pencil to paper and not over thinking it. Drawing without a purpose to ease my frustrations. I’ve been working in grids recently. Gridding off the paper and drawing designs in each box.Continue reading “Drawing collage-like art and a pumpkin head.”

Points accumulated.

There is nothing to win the rich they still get sicktheir bodies ageskin wrinkles there is nothing to win. Wealth is fictional deposited within accountsbefore it was paperand now it’s digital a few clicksmoney is therea few clicks money is goneit wins nothing. Depression isn’t defeatedby wealthit isn’t brought to a stop our brains can’tContinue reading “Points accumulated.”

Waiting to collect the thoughts.

Eyes gazed upmouth openedtongue outwaiting to collect the thoughtsas if the answers will slip within me finding their way in as if my brain could comprehend all of it. Even if the rain dropsheld the answerswould my brain be able to decipherbefore the acidate the thoughts away? Can we comprehendwhat happens after deathis it aContinue reading “Waiting to collect the thoughts.”

The screen fills.

A knife to start a linea place to tare the skin to allow the thoughts to freebecause the bulkinessmakes thinking stiffand difficult to think it all out. A hand per each sidepulling the skin the thoughts become little creaturesslicking their legs about scurrying to get outpulling the part widerwider more. They make their way pushingContinue reading “The screen fills.”

Have you ever looked up?

It is a safety living in homesinhaling the airstuffy and filled of artificial life. The trees are fallinga branch misses meand I think something abovemust be thanked. Have you ever looked up? The clouds are changing smiling, some aregrinning a hateful glare, others are. They may not feelbut even they knowit’s endless darknessvastness that neverContinue reading “Have you ever looked up?”