thanks for stopping by.
grab a seat while we talk about the human experience...
did i just use ellipsis? ugh. . .
corny i know, oops! there they go again
yeah so, what was i about to say?
i dont know man, sometimes my insides feel icky. you ever get that feeling?
and sometimes i get the feeling that i just wanna jump, you know what i mean? like from a big cliff into a body of water. just to feel the adrenaline rush.
and sometimes i just can't write my thoughts down on paper. not that i can speak about them either. but that's besides the point.
and you know that feeling when you finally turn 25?
yeah, that one.
what is that all about?
i cried while watching a time lapse video of a person getting old on my birthday.
and and the fact that my grandpa never experienced me growing into an "adult"
or whatever it is when you are finally supposed to be responsible.
it's just kind of sad that people fade. we all will fade and it's okay to be scared.
every year i find comfort in the thought, and then again at some point i face the dark,
just like that one night when i was 13, sitting on the beach with my cousin,
staring at the stars and the infinite black sky that melted into the horizon.
a feeling i can't seem to shake off.
but it's okay. it's going to be okay. we all face the dark once in a while
i had a few sessions with a therapist at some point and she told me to write about my feelings, write about anything actually.
so i bought 10 notebooks and never did what i was told to do.
i just kept on drawing
and writing poems, i guess if she ever wants to read them, i wouldn't know to tell her where to begin.
and they are all different colours, and
i thought that would help.
one had lines and one had no lines and i always wrote on the empty pages and drew on the ones that are meant for you to write on.
and it was never perfect, and who cares
its not like she will ever read them anyway.
but do you know what i'm talking about?
idk, i'm just rambling.
as i wrote earlier, i find it hard to get my thoughts across,
but i hope you can relate.
What would you want to share with the world?
Stop trying to define who you are to feel successful and have some fun along the way. Walk barefoot as often as possible.
What influences you & your art?
memories, archives, poems, sitting in the sun, books, plants, feelings
If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?
From the top of my head, I would say get people to accept the fact that there are no true answers to the questions regarding purpose, life and destiny. It's all an ideology. But idk, I need to think about it a bit longer.