The Apple Speaks

Working with the youth for the past 3 years has taught me one thing: I have turned into my mother. The realization was unsettling at first. What child wants to know that they turned into the person that they were seeking independence from ( a good portion of my life ) and now I say “It’s not so bad!”. Those “I told you so” googly eyes has been lodged into my DNA, unsuspected and comes out just as quietly. Now I’ve accepted it. Fight all I want, it won’t change much, it is already within me.  (more…)

Bare

You will always find yourself naked in a room full of people when you’re an artist. Theoretically speaking, of course. There is no way you can not show that most vulnerable side of yourself whether you wanted to or not. The crowd may fall for the idea that artists having the most confidence than everyone but that may be more farther from the truth. If we want to breakdown the word ‘Confidence’, then yes we are definitely confiding in you and in ourselves, trusting it is well-received. Perhaps we are underground people-pleasers, hoping that you the audience will just like us, but we don’t want to admit it. Or going in more deeply, please ourselves.  (more…)

139 Words

I am compelled to write. Write about I don’t know. Sometimes I’m convinced everything has been already said and all words have been spent. But then I think, ‘there is no reason for my own self-defecation. My sweet release is waiting for me to take letters into my own hands. I mold them into my sanctuary, my memories are safe from the Boogieman.’ (more…)