This is a long one.

My sister sent me some photos of some of her art that she is doing for her high school class and she wanted to see if it looked good enough to present.. let me tell you ladies, I CRIED. It doesn't have sentiment to any of you but her artwork speaks to me simply because I know where it is stemmed from

Our father is a drunk, a pill popper, suicidal maniac who had not only threatened his own life but ours as well. Imagine wondering if your own flesh and blood has the power to keep you up at night...wondering if he hates you enough to kill you all. I have. My sisters have. He has held a gun to my oldest siblings head. He has driven me into the woods and made me swear to keep a secret and that if I told anybody, he made sure I knew who they would and wouldnt believe. He smokes l&m. Drinks his life and liver away, and loves those pills. Hes a monster of a human being how and hes unrecognizable...

This is her drawing of the grandfather clock that he was so excited to buy years ago when my family was still in tact... the gears represent the brokenness of the clock..and our family.. after a violent evening ended in the clock being thrown down a flight of stairs, endless tears in our eyes, and violence like you've never seen.

I heard the chimes of a clock a few minutes ago and it made me think of her artwork. I want a redo with grandfather clocks. In my past, they represent sadness and broken hearts and pain. My goal is to get a new one. So beautiful and artfully crafted and have it in my home forever to remember that its not the clock with wrongdoing, it's just my life.

So heres to artwork. It will forever hold endless power over its artists and what comes forth of someone's mind is everlasting and oh so powerful💜💔. Theres really no point to this post...but I'm hoping that somebody appreciates this wonderful art as much as I do. The impact it had on me is scary and overpowering but so beautiful at the same time. Our minds are awesome, ladies.