I sit here wondering what should be the face
of my art
What should be the name
What do I stand for, who do I follow
I come to the realization
I dont need a face or a name
Only to be, only to exist
Create and feel as it comes
Spending too much time worrying about
What I should represent
Is only holding me back
From being closer to my truth
From being real
I must melt into my soul and erase this fake identity the world has created
for me
Yes, I represent myself and myself only
To be without the restrictions
and without the labels
To have no belief, only the truth I find
only the things I come to see on my own
This is the only way I can be happy.
In a world where we are convinced that we must be something
Exact
Something defined
It holds us back from expanding
as the universe does inside of us everyday
I must move through subjects , through life
As a snowball, collecting more wisdom,
finding the clearest of happiness
in letting go of definition
I become nothing
and everything