my struggle with silence


I write. I read. But I don’t read enough. I can’t read enough. I love. Laugh. Sin. Sleep. Crave. Fear. Sweat. Grow hair. Regrow dead cells.

I know death stalks me. So, it’s safe to say that I’m pretty much another grain in God’s vast field. I believe art and medicine are bickering half brothers fighting for dominance, smashing things while at it.

I write because I must, because the mind is in constant turbulence, and man must make sense of it.

If you find what you’re looking for here, good for you.


2 responses

  1. Nice work bro. Won’t mind u posting some of Ur spoken words clips (Audio or video) is u av any.


    February 13, 2014 at 4:17 pm

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