Please Fill My Empty Cup

Street Story: I would be lying if I said that this image doesn’t hurt my soul. Sometimes life has a way of tearing away the safety filters from it all, exposing the raw and painful emotions that exist just below the surface. Some people hurt because they choose to, while others, like this person stating their own metal problems, some people are up against their own personal demons. Existing on the street, for is cannot be called living. does not simply happen because someone does not want to work, many times their are serious mental issues at play, and decent society has yet to find a way to help more than it currently does. Would you help fill this cup?

Where On Earth: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Written by admin
I have been stopping time for over eight years now, while placing my thoughts upon the blank page for even longer. For me, art is about the story, the message, and although the tales I tell are sometimes in complete juxtaposition with one another, they are all a part of the novel that is "I".