Artist Thoughts: Spending the remaining of my days at my current apartment working on this piece brings me to tears. I’m being led to a place to creatively embrace my own closure. I never know how to end things.

For future reference I’d like the day off before I have to receive bad news. Unfortunately life doesn’t work out that way. Sometimes life will scare the living shit out of you while forcing you to adapt to a new way of living. Moving and being displaced.

Consuming my first capsule of the very thing that would keep my white blood cells from being wasted away. Like a zombie apocalypse on a cold winter night. I knew I was building a new routine with my life. I started to lose my balance by the first year. My heart weighing on my options to survive or live.