It can be hard to accept that you deserve to love yourself.
Why wait for inspiration to indulge in your art?
Sometimes it just turns out wrong. So… what then?
The warrior had entered the caverns shortly before nightfall and before the moon had risen, he found himself surrounded by draugrs and ghosts. Creatures of death, radiating a terrible light…
Why should you push through your depression?
I didn’t think much of the hole Cooper was digging until…
You’re busy. It’s no joke. But it’s also okay for you to find a way to make time to be creative.
A poem to part ways with this obsessive and fictional focus.