Pls Listen To My Music

Thank you Jacksonville for keeping it interesting

This picture feels like home and I'm not sure why

Our guest bathroom is classy

Poetry night is pretty alright

There's an abandoned building in my own backyard. It's where my demons live, hidden behind dark shadows, ominous feelings. I can hear their mumbled voices from my bedroom lilt across the cracked pavement of my backyard, Their heavy stinking breath seeps through shattered windows, polluting the air, gagging me. clouded thoughts of insecurity and self-pity clash with the raging violence beating against the inside of my skull, all speaking in their convoluted tongues, screaming for me to free them. Their bellows ring in my ears like tinnitus, but I've yet learned how to drown out the sound. There's an abandoned building in my own backyard. It's where my demons live. And sometimes, I open the doors.

The backyard is huge too so we might get some chickens. Stay tuned. 

High tops, high socks