Jeff Cross

Am I “The Starving Artist”?!

A starving artist, living in a loft apartment/studio, always working, creating wondrous works of art, staying up late, sleeping off and on throughout the day. Like a mad scientist on the brink of the next greatest scientific discovery. Always focused on the end result of the creation, never taking his eyes off of it long enough to face that he[…]

Empty…

“Well I looked my demons in the eyes, lay bare my chest said do your best to destroy me.

I’ve been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kinda bore me…”

“There’s a lot of things that can kill a man. There’s a lot of ways to die. Yes, and some already did and walk beside me. There’s a lot of[…]

In The Arms of a Woman

“I am at ease in the arms of a woman… Although, now… most of my days are spent alone…”