It’s funny that what you are about to read was written over 10 years ago. However, it is still relevant today. Although, I must proudly assert that I am now (in this moment) more of “the woman” than I thought I would ever be. It’s beautiful to see the transition and manifest the vision- 2021
There is so much to say, yet so little…. I am who I am and I’m trying to get to WHO I’m supposed to be. I’m like plain, floral, pink dresses; on top of tatted purple breasts, rocking bumble-bee shades fogged with heavy metal spit, I see stories in dust specks, and dance in lava-lamp bubbles.
I knew you long before YOU knew you. Plugging USB cords to the universal cipher, I stay lit. I do what I do, simply because I DO IT. I love, hurt, bleed, laugh, cry, dance. F up, F down, (sideways and on my knees). I pray for forgiveness, and sleep on books of ancestral secrets. I love life because “it’s” mine. I want bliss, happiness, joy, and “The love of my life”, but I face reality that I may have to settle for the fattest, funkiest, avocado, soy burger and wheat-grass juice.
I get high off of caffeine and patchouli and I’m a sucker for a tight pair of jeans.
I find comfort in knowing that a simple “Smile” will get me through the day.
I cry when I am lonely but I create when bored. I don’t live by a script. High IQ but dense when nervous. I don’t deal well with the physicality of the visual but I adore tiptoeing on translucent blue beams. I’m small but I know how to puff up real big.
I’m not too much at all, yet everything. I guess a mirroring dynamic.