My mouth can’t stop itself from spilling stories I should hold back but my art tells more of a story than my words ever could.
I am from forgiveness and compassion from choking laughter and long stories like my father. I am from acceptance resilience in the face of adversity like my mother.
I claim roots in the crystal lakes and hushed nights of Traverse City. In the sweltering warmth of the summer sun and the shady trees in Colleyville. Nature makes me feel at home.
I could try to rhyme but my words seem to stumble when I’m not lamenting about rejection and heartbreak and loneliness but there are times when my brother’s laugh is the only sound I hear. My friends embrace me with their inside jokes and nicknames
and my body can’t contain the joy
when applause rings in the stadium under fluorescent lights or echoes in the auditorium conceals itself in a reassuring smile or glitters in the eyes of my dogs
my heart lies in superheroes and unfocused imagination a human goodness that never fades a dream that might come true
I could tell you all about the characters that live in my mind and on my sketchbook but I’ve been told to hold back save it for the movies