D-minor Thoughts With C-Major Overtones.

I'm running, I'm trying to find away

Out of this world. I'm dreaming,

holding on to the words that were gleaming.

Brightened eyes from love lost words and

hopeless feelings.

I'm screaming, trying to find someone

to catch me, I'm falling.

your words they've clogged my thoughts.

My nerves don't connect like dots.

I feel you,

your fingers their on me.

I'm drifting apart,

one piece at a time.

First it was my heart, now it

is my mind.

You got inside of me, worked your way

in between the cracks beneath the surface.

I'm running from my past.

Falling towards the future, right above us now

are clouds filled up with doubt.

Raining on my clothes, tears run down my face.

A broken hearted boy with selfish thoughts of love.

Black Binder

I have this black binder that I used to carry around with me everywhere. Everything I wrote, every thought I had every sketch I made went into it. I no longer use it but going threw it shows me how far I've come. Most people have never seen or read the things inside of it but I figured it was time to show more from my past maybe people will understand what I was going threw more. I'll include some of my old writings and I will include sketches from a "clothing line" I wanted to create and then I will include some of my newest writings.

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Everything here is from 2007-2008 except this very first page

which is from 2009. I did this with Olivia, we wanted to work

on a line together and call it "The Wonderful World of O.Z." (Olivia & Zachary)

"milk milk, lemonade, around the corner chocolates made."

If only was originally what I was calling the "clothing line" but as I

got more into photography I took If only over as my photography name and

in its place I started calling the "clothing line" Jackson Rose.

Here is the first sketch of if only...

and the first and only sketch of Jackson Rose,

whose name makes up the stem of a rose.

Here's the newest writings I've done.

20 strong is the most emotional of them all, at least for myself.