I’m not showing my face anymore.
Shouldn’t feel like I have to be a musician to be heard.
Jumps off and releases fear. Why did that take so long?
21 and I feel out of time.
How is it only Tuesday and my week is already gone?
Time only slips. Let me free of the concept. I need to breathe.
I want to yell my piled thoughts at passerbys.
Do I really have to stare into an empty sky to find peace of mind?
I live in 3 different worlds. Think I like it, 3 is my favorite number.
Why do I hate world and enjoy figuring it out?
I’m not even sure if I want to figure it out.
Let life live.
And back again, here I am unraveling and analyzing every fucking little thing.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I do not give a fuck about comma splices.
Because I use them, you assume, I, do, not, recognize, a, splice?
Hey mom, I make art and you hate it.
Hide my sketchbook in fear of traumatizing my little sister and from my mom throwing it in my face.
I hate, “I hate…” , I hate “I love…”
PDA disgusts me, but if you left me in a room alone with the two I would intently watch.
Dirty mouth, hidden dirty mind.
Is she White? Black? Maybe Cuban?
I am what I am, I am what I am not.
Let me be in my cartoon colored galaxy.
I do not want to be with anyone, yet I find myself scanning other levels until I meet my plane.
I only want to make out and exchange energies.
Celibacy has been with me for a year.
Bet my ex smiled to himself when he read that.
I’m discovering my worth so a piece of shit won’t weasel his way inside of me again.
I’m done with the shitty small talk and cutesy little games.
Get the fuck out of my face if you don’t have shit else to say.
“Oh, there goes her ‘black’ side…”
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Then I think again, “I should get mine…”
What the fuck, are you serious?!
Why waste my time?
I do not see any “men” around that could truly fuck my brains out.
There, you got a raw chunk of me.
Now eat it and shut the shit up.
Here I am, don’t meet me halfway.
I want to give the world everything.
Will I die by giving you my all?
Well, take me whole. I will suffer from creative starvation and being trapped in my brain.
Am I making all of this up in my head?
Who gives a fuck?
I am your preconception, your projection.
The more I create, the more I feel I’m never done.
Will this even make me happy?
I am happy, but I haven’t found happy even though I know happy.
Maybe I should open my bible and fill my God shaped hole.
Now, I am being honest with myself.
I understand you Dave Chappelle.
Answer my calling, grab my cross, and run to another continent.
SUG? CRAZY? Good, bad, and fun.
Jesus loves you. SUG loves you too.
We are not all the same. We are not all different.
Humans, I love you.
Fuck, I missed class again.
At least I am undone.
fromthecityoftrees asked: those double exposures are beautiful
Thank you kindly!