seasonal depression.

I want to exorcise something that isn't there.


that big, empty, hole...


How can something barren be SO heavy?


Half baked and vacuous attempts at lightening the load

with ink. or paint. or a faceless stranger.

are becoming nightmarish.


I am a careless bull in a china shop.

Screaming my insecurities into the void

waiting for an echo.






(note: this has been a particularly hard winter for me. I have many things to celebrate. I choose to celebrate my melancholy today)