The Escense of the soul.
Hello I was sitting (wow I was sitting) and wondering about this illness and what we give up to stay "normal". I no longer write poems, or paint till the wee hours.I get up in the morning and the idea's are just bouncing around in my head and they seem like good, and even obtainable goals. Then I eat my breaky and take my pills, and in an hour or... Read more




















