And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?
I write about people who are usually damaged or neglected by society finding each other and forming relationships that are quite extraordinary and in some cases life-saving. I've had a few of those relationships, which I value highly.
I'm from a family of bankers and businessmen, and here I am, the artist, the black sheep.
You need to make time for your family no matter what happens in your life
I can always look up at the cosmos and marvel, no matter what happens. And when I look up at it, I feel as though my problems are small. I don't know why, but it always makes me feel better.
Air goes in and out of my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heart brain - and so I am