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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

Welcome to my blog!

Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

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"That's really the only thing that matters to me, is that I make art for a living. And if I make art for a living... I win."

buried in my head

What do you do when what you once thought would make you happy, and the person you once were finally shines through too late? What do you do when what you’ve stove to be for the longest time is no longer what it once seemed it would be, and what you once were is already a million miles away. When all your past wants come into reality only to kill the person you once were at a point of no return.

What do you do when you spiral out into what you no longer want, and what you can no longer handle, without an ounce of self control or conscience?

What do you do when everything comes crashing down and for the first time it feels like you really are alone to clear the rubble?

…When the practice run is really over and the sun really sets this time.

What do you do when everything you know, becomes everything you knew, and everything you have, becomes everything you had?

I remember a girl named hope… but I’ll never hold her in my arms again.

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