Here.

My arms are fire and my head is set free. I close my eyes and I ask, one question becomes a thousand, and I am back at square one. No real answers. But then I sense the flame and it pushes me face first inward, into my deepest fears. The memories, the inadequacies, the needs …

Hero:Villain 

I frown upon my third attempt to write something without sounding ridiculous and completely off tune with the world. I reread my initial thoughts and think to myself:"God im full of myself." I erase those lines in hopes of sounding more humble, a little less intense, and somehow more agreeable.  It is unbelievably difficult to …

Wrong

I cannot find the fire. You know that flame of inspiration, of passion of some sort of eternal clarity; yeah I am not sure it exists. Maybe everything surrounding us is too ordinary, too engrained in our human consciousness that we are rarely surprised anymore. Every once in a while and for a brief duration …

What is Anger

A little flame inside. It is under so many passions and flaws. It burns and burns. Its is an energy and the wrath of so many evils. It is quiet and unnecessary. It exists as an entity and a shrine for the hunger to devour and shred apart sanity. That flame becomes a fire and …