personality

Art doesn’t distract from truth. It expands it. It gives shape to the things logic can’t quite touch, the tenderness of memory, the ache of a goodbye, the eerie way a song can make you grieve something you’ve never even lost. It gives us metaphors when language fails. It says, Here. You’re not alone.

The written word, and inherently art itself, is not meant to be accessible. You are supposed to work for it.

You’re meant to bleed onto the page. You’re meant to pull your hair out in frustration. You’re meant to lock your creativity in a drawer when it doesn’t work the way you want it to.

Art comes with doubt. Artists fail, and they learn from that... See more

am i this tiny, tinkering town? am i the books i’ve read? am i my ravenous lust, my unraveling greed? oil over nipple, a plate of collard greens?

am i the hand-print on the wall? am i the metal lining from the cloud that rains acid?

and it’s not just youth... or just you. You don’t grow out of it or into it. it’s like wearing a second skin and forget... See more