Shallow Graves

One of the hardest things to write through can come to be the emotions that come in waves. From finding yourself inadequate to the hollow souls that are too depressed to see the shadows dance along the walls to the dark depths that make you feel everything is over your head.

Anyone that tells you writing is easy is lying. Though some can write as well as they breath. But at the end of the day when we write we bleed, and we can’t bleed when we are dry.

I am working towards replenishing what has been gone for the past two or more years. I’ve tried writing here and there, but the joy of moving means a fresh start. A positive one. One with Intent and Imagination.