I have always wanted to be a poet.
I am not very good at it (just read anything ive ever written, including this) but that has always been what I strived for. This has been over for quite some time, but I wanted to wrap this thing up in a way that felt complete, atleast to me. We are standing in a horrible spot in history. The earth is quite literally dead. The ones in power have learned they can ignore any and all injustices and that we will just give up or get distracted. Incremental change is not nearly fast enough for the exponential growth required of capitalism. I got stuck on the idea of a crudely drawn figure, praying in a crudely drawn garden, by a crudely drawn home and I cannot seem to get past that and think of anything new to say.
For a while there I was able to use this project as a means to process my feelings about addiction, pain, redemption, growth, and most importantly love. For that I am grateful. I want to thank from the bottom of my heart all of the people that have supported me throughout this whole thing. My flimsy little attempts to be a poet.
If you have any questions, want to say hello, or tell me that I am a monster and you want nothing to do with me, you may do so via the link at the bottom of the page.
