Self-proclaimed poet with a tendency to wander. Thirty years old, doing nothing and living on the edge of nowhere–Western Kentucky, to be exact.
Sometimes a halfass writer. Frequently don’t care.
I suffer from PTSD that can be traced back to my early and late childhood. I also have borderline personality and bipolar disorder with schizotypal tendencies.
Every day of my life has been a struggle just to hold on. Each time I turn to face my past I find some new injustice. I fear most of them I will never overcome.
The photo used as the header to my blog I found somewhere on the internet a while back. I believe the artist was autistic. Anyone have any clues?
Otherwise, all poetry, writing, music, and photographs are by yours truly unless stated otherwise. If you’d like to use something of mine, just ask! I’m a nice guy, though my foul language may occasionally suggest otherwise. It isn’t meant to offend; it’s a combination of habit and raw emotion.
I used to write about my personal life here, but those musings have since found their home on my other blog, Perpetual Hallways.
I do appreciate my followers. The majority I follow right back. If I don’t, it’s usually due to absent-mindedness and nothing to do with the blogger. I’m amazed and a little intimidated by all the talented writers here.
Plenty of things worth saying that don’t just purge on command. If you want to know more about me, just read my blogs. That’s where all the juicy stuff is.
Sums it up don’t you think?
(Last updated 01/21/16 @ 8:50 AM)