StainsofHope

    * I have many tears. Internal, external. for me for you.   I have small tears for how much this site, used to mean to me, for me. Now it seems public domain for passing by views, and moreso, an online stash of my works. Not of my own volition though...     I know a lot of people have shut down profiles, or publicly abandoned them. I guess I just happened to have let it go more and more. I saw the meaninglessness of the entirety. The only thing that isn't meaningless, is the people I've encountered here, some friends, some mentor like. All past. Its sad. To put it plainly I guess.    I guess I want some feeling that something will las

All I do lately is music. I can't post that here.... Sorry guys. I may have a few oldies to submit, some random paintings or what not. I can link my Soundcloud account, but I highly doubt that's more than just a waste of a couple keys pressed on my laptop. And then there's video, I've done a few little things film artsy wise. But nothing I'd think that'd be really accepted here. They're all really pro looking whereas I have a Nikon P500, woopdeedoo. In other news, the moons about to be full. Sweet. Oh and I'm 21 now woot.

I understand the limits of my love, to me, and how diminished they become when it's no longer "me" that's feeding morsels of self-love. And then I see their eyes. through their eyes, past, future; and wonder where they went so wrong to believe this habitually self-loathing creature could even deserve to  consume a drop of affection. There's something I can't stand with people being fixated on broken stupid things. I just wanna knock their head and say "Hey! Open your eyes! You're delusional! You do know how many other things there are, right?!" Is it enough to love someone, yet hate yourself? ...