We do get weak sometimes.
When I do, I think about death.
I lose hope, confidence, and joy;
My head is where my fears are embedded.
I cannot grasp the point
Why we keep on making mistakes,
Why we pursue to continue,
Do we not know the hearts that we will break?
This world is chaotic
And its just so hard to forgive.
It’s harder to forget the guilt.
The hardest is to work your best to live.
Though these things are inside,
I gave my word to live this life.
Though I know I might not make it,
I’ll give my all to stand against the strife.
Not that my word is strong,
I just commit to what I can’t give.
Maybe the faith that is so small
Would ever grow tall, strong, and brave to live.
Starry-eyed of idealists and bitterest of cynics
I use water-based medium, combining ink drawings and poetry. I like working on emptiness, sadness, anxieties, and peculiarities.
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.