Beth Redwood Pain

Angry. Upset. Confused. Stressed. Anxious. Fraudulent. I was spinning. So I went to hobby craft, picked up the biggest canvas I could find along with some paints. Drove home. Turned up the music. Listened to my soul. And started painting. I let go. I released. I was free. Love makes you enter some of the … Continue reading Beth Redwood Pain

Don’t know why

Sometimes You don’t know how warm it gets inside the cage between the ribs, frantic heatwaves. Not spreading around and not escaping out no shining, but just burning. The lust, the pain you don’t know to which root these branches belong to, can’t trace down, hanging in space İ don’t know what it means to … Continue reading Don’t know why