Bitter Silence 20170408001
Im speechless. I don’t know where to go who to trust. And often I Dont know what to believe. The only thing that gives me comfort is creating. Whether its photography, writing, producing, or designing. I feel okay. At this specific moment in time. Im in prison ... Physically. Mentally, im fortunate. Unlike the others I escaped. They find pleasure in security and comfort, but I on the otherhand would rather not be apart of indoctrination. Am I wrong? For wanting to give instead of take life? Am I wrong for thinking that everything that we are all driving on a dead end road... Full Throttle. Am I wrong for jumping out of the window before reaching the destination assigned to me? I cant decide. What I can decide now is my fate. They tried to take everything I had and give me propaganda, but i didnt accept that. They sold me dreams, I bought them back and earned interest. I have a story to tell, experiences to learn for, and most importantly I have myself. I have my family. Those who believe in me and are willing to die behind what they believe in. There’s only one problem. Im not done my work here isnt finished. I will be home soon. Until then i will be sitting in Bitter Silence.











