It's interesting seeing the ebbs and flows in my creative drive.. there is always a desire in me to create something, but the outlet varies month to month, week to week, even day to day.. last month i was sketching from black and white erotic photos, the month before it was heartfelt poetry..
For a year now i have have been alone.. I left my husband and took the terrorists with me.. so the output of my efforts has been varied but with definite leanings towards the dark soul of heartbreak and loneliness, with lashings of desire and love as I find my new place in this world.
Emotions chained deep inside
Never been released
Things that shoul