• Freedom

    It hurts And my heart breaks I cry And there’s no one here No one to share my pain My hurt, my breaking heart No one to care No one to see and know I can’t halt the tears The urge to curl And vanish into air I want to be free But there’s no where to go I’ve let you go free Why can’t you let me go free?

  • Freedom

    It hurts And my heart breaks I cry And there’s no one here No one to share my pain My hurt, my breaking heart No one to care No one to see and know I can’t halt the tears The urge to curl And vanish into air I want to be free But there’s no where to go I’ve let you go free Why can’t you let me go free?

  • A stab at self-promotion

    I have to admit I’m not one for self-promotion. As I’ve been told repeatedly over the past two years, psychologists are really bad at this. Apparently, I’m also really bad at this when it comes to my writing. But I’m working on it with this post! You see, I’m able to make my self-published novel free for the next few days, the 10th through the 14th, so I figured I may as well take a stab at this self-promotion thing. So, if you’re at all interested in end of the world kinds of books, consider taking a look at No Tomorrow (http://www.amazon.com/No-Tomorrow-ebook/dp/B00DQIXM9O/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1381350875&sr=8-3&keywords=no+tomorrow). The cover was hand drawn for me by…