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Why would I type shit here? Natural beauty needs no explanation.

Stay up late, wake up early.

Do it.

Maybe I’m nothing but a window to look through. A still pond A mirror Showing you To you.

When paper won’t cut it.

A taste of my new song coming out later this week..’the way the wind blows’..still writing it.. thinking I’m going to release a blooper album, seems fun :).. also I’ve resigned myself to using double periods and incomplete sentences. Hope you can accept that.. Yep; punctuation is my bitch.. I’m a poet not a writer dammit! . ♥️O (at Atlanta, Georgia)

Quality time in an Aztec Cave ;)

Anyone?

Alright then, I’ll do it myself.

Videos scare me. It seems like it’s so easy for some people to talk to their phone about real shit. Not me. Fear. Feeeaaaarrrrrr. FEAR! ... ...I’m not even sure what all the fear is truly about. And I’ve spent my whole life looking.. . Anyhow, to overcome this particular fear I grabbed my phone just now and recorded this. I don’t want to be isolated anymore. I need people. . Goodbye fear. 👋

Just released my second single. I love this song, so grateful to have it out there. Hope you listen ♥️O

Ever been depressed? Me too. Coloring is a great way to help the subconscious mind work things out; sometimes bringing thoughts into consciousness, sometimes simply allowing feelings to rise to the surface and be released from the body (like yoga). . It doesn’t matter what it looks like. For years I didn’t draw/color because I felt like I wasn’t good at it. I’ve since learned that being “good enough” or “good” at something is an entirely subjective, make believe concept. Good in relation to what? To whom? Slowly, I am learning to create simply because it feels good.. to stop nitpicking the shit out of everything I do to the point of paralysis and let it be what it is. . Perfectionism is a bitch. I think it’s probably rooted in a fear of not being good enough, which then translates to a fear of being unloved/unlovable.. 😅time will tell

Just in case you thought I was out doing glamorous shit.. This is how I roll, like 18 hours a day.. Regardless of location.. Reading, writing, n’ arithmetic. ... Maybe I should’ve stayed in school

How many times will you watch and stand still? How many lines in between? How many times will you enter my heart? How many times will you leave? . 💭O

Different face but we’re all the same Learn to call our pain by a different name you can clear the board but no one wins the game... . New music Friday. . 🏹O

Look, 2 days straight on loop, I’m in love with the first 1:45 of this song. It’s just so vibe, so groovy, so smoooooth. . I’m picky, but when I find a new song I love I fall hard, usually playing the shit out of it till I can’t stand it, then I take a break and end up loving the song again and keeping it in my library forever. . I’m curious, tell me how YOU experience new music.

I, a thousand whispers I, the pleasure I, the pain I, the frost upon your glass the needle in your vein I, am but a shadow I, the whispers in the night I, the breaking sunrise I, the solace I, the light. . ☀️🌙 O

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