silverwingsoffire

It has come to my attention as of late that I am in a dire need to write and yet not a thing comes to mind ever since June 2011 where I walked through the paths of a concentration camp called Sachsenhausen, that I have become that phrase that which means the most to me. Tabula rasa is something that I do not only breathe but feel with every ounce of my being; it's like ever since that day everything that I'm capable of creatively has been wiped clean from my inner being and the easel is blank once more. I do not feel new or refreshed in anyway, spiritually and emotionally I suppose you could say I am more than stable as I have been busying my

Hullo all you that still haunt these pages, and find yourselves drawn here again and again for many a reason. It has been a long time since I visited these places with even an ounce of writing to speak for itself but thanks to ~ColdContactKiss (https://www.deviantart.com/coldcontactkiss), something's astir yet again. It's been a topsy-turvy kinda lot of months and it's probably why I've not been frequenting here as much as I'd like to, not to mention be ACTIVELY participating! What goes on here? It seems I recognize barely a face in here. Oh well, so I've been alrie abiding as much as one can. My grandfather passed away in the late summer, and then my family and I went on a vacat

 Hello darlings, I suppose I don't have too much of an excuse for my increasing lack of presence on here and I don't think that too many of you know me all that well nor the little aspects in my life and what has gone on currently. See, on wednesday night we were met with some rather unsettling news; my grandfather who lives in Moscow (with my step-grandmother and her daughter) passed away. Seeing as the fact that I, nor my family, have ever dealt with such intense situations as these we're a little lost as to how we're supposed to react and what we're supposed to do. I have actually  been to work the day after, keeping busy, remarkably busy