This breathing claws at my skin.

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This breathing claws at my skin.
Do you remember
Do you remember. Do you remember the times I yelled out your name in need. Your silence said everything while my lungs collapsed. Oh but I remember that night so clearly.
I can feel you there.
This place I am in my life, I feel lost. I have no one. I have felt something watching me for some time. I can hear it there. I told my self I just had to get use to it, but whatever this is, its so fucked up, I cant. Its getting worst.
Two nights ago was probably one the hardest nights Ive had. I felt like quitting what ever this is I'm doing. I felt so alone. I thought I would be okay if I gave it time and not think about whats wrong with me, but I was wrong, it's getting worse.
Trying to do something on your own with no ones help can be sometimes overwhelming. I'm passionate about my art work and my career I want to pursue but sometimes you just get put down by your surroundings. Theres an art side and business side. If I want to be successful and hopefully be able to live comfortably doing what I love there has to be a good balance of both variables. I've gone this far on my own, so it's just a matter of not giving up.
For some time now I've been feeling like I'm losing my faith. I feel more alone than before. I have this whole attitude of being happy but at the end of the day I know that I'm not okay. I'm a liar. I've kept things in my conscience for so long, I've kept thoughts to my self that I've never told anyone that just keeps eating at me. Why do I feel this way, why is it that I can't seem to stay happy. What am I doing wrong. I hate this feeling.
So for a while I've wanted to post my art and blog about it a bit, why I made it, what it means to me, things like that. I don't know if anyone will actually pay attention but its all okay, I just wanted to talk about it a bit, its all.
i have been admiring the art you have shared with us in denver harbor. would consider a project on a wood picket fence? i been thinkin of a western style relaxtion images..
Where is the fence and who is the owner?
The girl with the blue roses background is beautiful; where is it located?
Thank you, it's located by Washington and Shepherd Ave. on an old abandoned shack.
well i dont know if you are reading this but i saw the wall you did in denver harbor. the Zenfull one and the stickers on the street posts. keep it up and good job
Thanks, I really appreciate your support.