The Northern 📍

  So Much Pain.      So much suffering. And all for what? What purpose does it relay? What message does it bring? Did Van Gogh feel this destructive? Did Beethoven lose his mind instead? Did all the greatest minds of the world, at one point or another, channel their pain into their art? Or is it just meant to consume me instead?      The constant battle of everyday life is something that is challenging to say the least. Not necessarily the will to live- make no mistake, I very much wish to remain alive- however, the pain of repeating the same patterns, day after day after day.        How does one escape the endless cycle? How does one break the chains of madness which have engulfed my mind? The answers seem to keep slipping away, as I slowly try to grasp them. Perhaps I am simply not meant to fully understand what it is that is eating me away.      The mind is a torture device, when you live instead an iron cell. The ...

  These Nights, We Learn to Love Again.      These Nights. Good times all around. I finally remember what it’s like to be human. To feel. To touch. To love.      Okay, maybe that last one was a stretch. What is love, anyways? Nothing more than a chemical imbalance. And let me tell you- I’ve got enough of those going on as we speak.        Life is funny. I suppose nothing happens at all, until all of a sudden, everything happens at once. Perhaps thats my sign to get back on the horse. To return to society, and become a functioning member of it once again. I must be honest, I do not hate the sound of it. I do not hate the idea of finally being free from my chains, and being able to go out and live once again.        Times have been tough and extremely difficult, no doubt about it. Yet, despite all of the challenges, I remain grateful. Grateful, because I was able to pass thru the eye of the storm, and emerge the ot...