BEHOLD THE LIGHT LETTER AND ART PIECE"Behold the Light" Letter and Art Piece© Merton Parrish, All rights reserved BEHOLD THE LIGHTSome special words from Merton to uplift my fellow artists, friends and visitorswho might be suffering with depression or anxietyDear brother/sister artists, friends and visitors,I am so sorry you are having trouble. I dealt with anxiety and depression a lot, especially when I was younger. The thing I found that helped me the most was to try to make my life fit me, in every way I could. It can take a while, but through effort, prayer in ones own way, asking the Universe to show one what things to do/change, a life that fits one can be crafted. Many times (depending on our efforts, the specificity of our intention, and the time spent getting clear and praying/affirming/manifesting), that new life can manifest very quickly.There is an us that is enjoyi
You shouldn't have Hurt MeYesterday, I remembered you weren't here anymore…I had forgotten that you left, that you had walked out the door and never returned…It was as if all those tears that I shed had never happened. As if all the pain in my chest and the hole in my soul where suddenly hidden from my view…but don't worry, it wasn't for much time. As I looked at my side I saw that empty space…the one and only that you left…my heart burned into ashes and a new wall was risen, rage was born and revenge was demanded. You had burned my heart, you had broken me down. Now you would pay for the pain of the drowned. Drowned in blood like the children of the flesh, your skin will crawl at the sight of my face, your blood will boil and I'll only say. "Revenge is a bitch, this was never the way."
The Mind of a KillerWho can understand the mind of a killer? They act on their impulses or desires, they want to satisfy a need that burns deep within. An eternal itch that lasts weeks, months and even years…Their major desire of course is what they covet, what they see everyday but unlike others, they act on those impulses, in a more violent and brutal manner than others. Those in a "sane state of mind" as they say, keep those desires and impulses to themselves, locking those thoughts in their back of their minds…classifying them as "foolish thoughts that will pass." but it keeps gnawing at them silently. Those who comply, cannot stop, because they enjoy it…those are called serial killers but in the end…who are we kidding? We are all serial killers on the inside…Haven't you ever though about killing someone ? Even if just a second…you have already done it in your heart have you not? We are all guilty of murder…we are all bloody murderers…We all d
a physical change besides his eyes?So basicly i was watching gmod murder and i looked at Jordan in his facecam and his mouth was open usually when you see his mouth open you see his teeth aren't sharp well i happened to notice Jordans teeth were sharper than usual i was scared and decided to make this.........i hope i'm not imagining this
The last letterSweetheart,How does time flew by, as for forty-nine years, we were blissfully married. And amid all the good things you can have in this world, the other people whom you deserve more, you chose me instead. A young naive man who can’t give you any kids and grandchildren. A man who only can see the beauty that dwells within your gracefully aged wrinkles. A man who can understand you more than anyone else. A man who can give you your happiness. A man who can love you today, every day, and forevermore. I promised you my life, my support and encouragement, I promised that it will always be you and me.But despite over these past golden years, I realized how fragile one’s life is. With a false alarm, you were so sure that you would be leaving sooner than I am. But guess what, I finally beat you to it, haha. Even though, I would still prefer if we could do this thing together. Y’know, like that one cheesy film we both cried our eyes out which we both never admit it w
a letter to my friendsDear Friends,By this time i think most of you have figured out i am depressed... so i dont need to say it. i love you all, and thank you for your concerns but i feel like as much as you try to help me you can only do so much.Nothing i say, or write, or draw, or do can explain my depression, or tell you why i contemplate death every night, so i wont say anything.before you jump to conclusions, no, im not killing myself. i dont have the guts for it.but hopefully this explains why i havent been talking to you much... and if i have its usually short before i leave and simply not talk for a while.its just hard to deal with... the constant nagging inside your head for you to take a few more sleeping pills than usual, or for you to pick up the knife that lies on your windowsill and see how far you can dig it into your skin until you sever a vein and bleed out.. the little voice in your head telling you how worthless you are and how nobody actually cares, they say they do but they just wa
Life IsLife is very weirdTo be able to understand or complement every good thing in life is a rare fate..
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Diaries of A Mad Girl To Her Invisible Friend327Almost done cleaning! Then, two weeks off! Missing you from sugarland I miss you, my dear friend! P.S. I love you!