madelineeyost

[madelineeyost]

HOME Home is a four letter word, that when spoken, is supposed to conjure up old memories of Christmas past; where hopes and dreams have their inceptions; where home is where the heart is. For me, home was arguments well into the night, late night trips to buy cigarettes, only never to come back home, and listening to Carol King’s “It’s Too Late” on the radio as my mother drove my brother and me around from bar to bar looking for our father; it was anything but warm and fuzzy in our home. After years of depression, dysfunction, and desolation, my mother burned that house down in a blaze of glory; taking with her a lifetime of broken dreams and promises. The home, now tattered and charred, lonely and scarred, could have a fresh start and begin again, awaiting a new family with welcomed arms; for in that moment I knew in my heart of hearts, that my life had changed forever.

[madelineeyost]

Life... we live, we breathe, we die embrace it, love it, feel it small increments of time pass us by Life... take what's yours, what you want what you deserve be brave, be strong, be you take chances Life... we're given no guarantees for love and happiness; it sucks search inside, dig deep, be vulnerable it's there, the happiness, within the stillness sit still Life... a winding path of uncertainties and disappointments as we try to navigate our way accept them, rise above them, learn from them it is possible to come out stronger Life... make it count make YOU count believe anything's possible and it will be it's hard as hell but so worth it YOU'RE worth it Love yourself ❤️

[madelineeyost]

Painfully aware that pain fuels my art form incredibly...