Someone please fund me

It’s been a long time since I posted here. It’s just that I don’t feel myself lately and also the heckin school works. Anyway, few weeks ago I started an Indiegogo project (the link is below) where I’m trying to find people to fund my First DSLR camera as I really want to pursue my dream as a photographer. So I came here and hoping someone can see this and go fund me. 

I really hope I can go back to business and star blogging again. Thank you!


The Guilt That Follows the Craziness That the Anxiety Provokes

Poetry When It Comes

Mostly, he was even-keeled, stoic,

the anchor in the storm; a lover

told him once he showed a range

of emotion narrower than that

of a rock.

Mostly, he lived a quiet life, alone,

reading his murder mysteries,

playing a bit of piano, tending

to animals, taking long walks

in the park.

But a few times a year, usually

during seasonal changes,

the lonely nights unnerved him,

and he drank too much and binged

on online porn.

Mostly, it helped a bit, getting

“it” out of his system, as they say;

it was crazy times, but after a week

or so, it wound down to exhaustion,

followed by guilt.

Mostly, it’s a way, the counselor

tells him, of shutting down the brain

when the wild thoughts drag him

under in a fierce riptide

of meta-analysis.

And thus, it seems, he can’t be blamed

and yet the guilt—so much of it—remains.

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