A symbol in vogue given a wildly unique framing. – Grumpy Gorman
A relapse in regret; a creature accustomed to climbing currents of air brought low by vice.
Death and rebirth occur; a cycle caused by our condition. How can we return alone from this Endless afterlife where one never recovers? Not fully.
Listen for the whistling whispers, for even ash will rise when blown by a strong enough wind; soon to soar once again, buffeted by lover and stranger alike.
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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Vivid and beautiful.
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