The mark

It was mid october to november of last year, those days were the pinnacle and the worst depressive year all of my life i have known since my diagnosis when i was in high school.


My mind was fettered, festered my drawing arm was at its numbness. I couldnt draw anything out of my mind. I have lost hope on what it means to have hope. Then i re adjusted when i saw wordpress.


I was a wee bit at age of 23 and i started dabbling in poetry, mainly to gain momentum on my psyche and to get chicks. For the love of mythology came with poetry, its as if Hugin and Munnin were at my side and just being there.


Although after which i have lost the ways of being a poesie back those years, wordpress gave me that part of my insanity back. Then i never look back. Using old and new artworks with the poetry and prose on subjects that comes alive in my head. One thing remains, my sweet sweet audience here in wordpress. I wouldnt be here without you guys. Miladies and good sirs, i bow down to you “I am not worthy”. I am merely passing by and becoming what my mind can throw at the realm of wordpress. Thank you, thank you and thank you  very much. U really like me.



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