War Paint

I needed a bed to tuck the monsters underneath. I found myself expelling every crippling thing onto paper like I was feeding my soul with ink. Thats why I started writing. I guess I could have learned how to fold paper cranes or attended another seminar on how to stop using thumbtacks to control my anger but I digress. Do you know what its like to feel so unclean that you try all the wrong things to get a smidge closer to purity? If you do then you can connect to the poems and prose that youre about to read. This book is my distillery. Was my distillery? It is and was and always will be. Its my everything and nothing. Oh along my journey I also wrote some positive pieces and placed them in here for there is always a silver lining.