Jun 2016
Year 1:
A colossal year filled to the brink with shots, undeserving kisses, swans drowning and finding their way back into luminous lakes. New place. New face. Try hair 12 different ways. Tattoos, poems thrown into the trash. Whiplash, sleeping on the floor. Blow up mattress for much too long. Camera over heated. Memory latch no longer works. Regurgitating a freedom of letting go of what was, what is, whats right now--constant colorful motion, even on the grayest of days to embody the best version of yourself you can be each day. Photos captured and made invisible. Struggle with inner self doubt, loathing, the plight of faces around you. The leader of the helm. Ownership. Vaginal hair is beautiful and easy. Forever running out of money. Resentment builds over time. Voice it quickly and with kindness. Being the first to pick up the paint brush, with no hesitation. Remember humility. Gratitude. Tired soul. Never stops, the art never stops. A series of odd jobs. Romances. Short phrases when feeling neglected. Giving abundance of love to self and those around. Always tired. Some days extremely anxious. People want a piece, but its beautiful. Excited for new adventures. Feels so good to be alone, alive, the sun on my skin. Realizing men are just men, not idols. And women are goddesses with chips on our shoulders only we have the power to heal. Forget the forgettable darling moon child. All climbing and gearing towards one big pulsing glorious hope:
To radiate the truth through the lens of my own eyes.
Year 2:
Lets find out.
A colossal year filled to the brink with shots, undeserving kisses, swans drowning and finding their way back into luminous lakes. New place. New face. Try hair 12 different ways. Tattoos, poems thrown into the trash. Whiplash, sleeping on the floor. Blow up mattress for much too long. Camera over heated. Memory latch no longer works. Regurgitating a freedom of letting go of what was, what is, whats right now--constant colorful motion, even on the grayest of days to embody the best version of yourself you can be each day. Photos captured and made invisible. Struggle with inner self doubt, loathing, the plight of faces around you. The leader of the helm. Ownership. Vaginal hair is beautiful and easy. Forever running out of money. Resentment builds over time. Voice it quickly and with kindness. Being the first to pick up the paint brush, with no hesitation. Remember humility. Gratitude. Tired soul. Never stops, the art never stops. A series of odd jobs. Romances. Short phrases when feeling neglected. Giving abundance of love to self and those around. Always tired. Some days extremely anxious. People want a piece, but its beautiful. Excited for new adventures. Feels so good to be alone, alive, the sun on my skin. Realizing men are just men, not idols. And women are goddesses with chips on our shoulders only we have the power to heal. Forget the forgettable darling moon child. All climbing and gearing towards one big pulsing glorious hope:
To radiate the truth through the lens of my own eyes.
Year 2:
Lets find out.
