I look down at the abyss/ Somewhere down there/ My salvation, cushion/ Safety net, soft landing.
Being on stage is an escape.It's the only escapeWhere you come face to face With the very things your running from. Being on stage is a trip.A constant tip toe balanceBetween being seen for who you areAnd being anyone you want. Being on stage is a lesson in self loveEven when you see no love in … Continue reading On Stage
In paper towns
Are made out of thin air
Blown into ancient wounds.
And perfect smiles
Are made to house vacant souls.
I am not my Ego. But sometimes it's all I am. Sometimes I'm that fearful voice telling me to stop and get back, Back to the cozy cocoon I was once in, Back to denials and excuses, the numbing out of everything that makes me feel alive. I am that schoolyard bully, Reason says don't … Continue reading Samurai