dear humanity,

more nonsense please.

dont be blunt with me, for i long not to know the truths that hold you together. instead, show me what my widening eyes want to see. I've learned that driving aimlessly through godforsaken towns will eventually lead you right where you want to be. now show me that you see it too. in your sole existence, let me see that insomnia, paranoia and burritos are fine in moderation. ive grown accustomed to the sun setting and rising on winter-time. don't let me get too comfortable.

i have lived 15 years and have wasted no time. my nose has been growing since before i was even born.
let me eat fudge and make idols of chords and words, it's all right to think you still belong to something you don't.

a lack of nostalgia mixed with an abundance of optimism. lets see what happens, guys.

today i realized..

i have an addiction to meaningless, shallow lyrics, breathed by opinionated females, superimposed over synthesized electric pop with a hint of stinging sarcasm, being played when i dry my hair and sing for the audience in my bathroom mirror, while clutching tightly to your sweatshirt that makes me sweat in the sauna-like post-shower room. and i absolutely love every second of it

i believe in the power of the human spirit.

when something needs to be achieved, i believe it can and will be achieved through effort, consistency and passion. we've come so far from birth to now, why do we doubt ourselves in any field?

we learned to crawl, to walk, to run. we learned to cry, to yell, to speak.

innate or not, we've grown, learned and BECOME ____.

frankly, i dont care what you've become, but you're reading this. you've learned how to use a computer. you no longer are what you began as.

end every day further along than you began...then see what you've become.

dreamworld.

• I wish we knew what we are capable of.
• I wish i had a better conscious.
• I wish everyone had a clear idea of self.
• I wish they knew what they're doing.

but the reality is that we don't know what we are capable of, i have a terrible conscious, no one knows who they are and they do not know what they're doing. sigh

letters to a young poet

right here. this is my favorite part of all these letters.

this particular part is from letter 4.

Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

one day soon, this will be tattooed on my arm.

Poster of a Girl - Metric

the story of a woman is a messy one at minimum. for what do we see when we look in the mirror? what we saw yesterday as a baby is now a portrait of a lady. does it really depend on how your make up blends that day, or how you've placed your hair? does self image have much, if anything, to do with with outward appearance?

the answer is no.

our self image is more than sizes and color. its who and what we surround ourselves with. "self image" has not much to do with self, as we would assume. everything we know is a comparison. for what is black without white? and what is light without darkness? and what are we but "skinnier" "fatter" or "uglier" then her? well, we are ourselves.

but who is that?

look at your past. look where your headed. and lastly, look where you stand. its the roadmap which you follow to find...you. thats when these flashbacks and dreams break from their frames and walk into life in reality. portraits are as deceiving as liars themselves. that captured moment is gone weather you can still see it or not. see yourself for what you are. lying to yourself will hurt you more than their harsh truths ever could.

x

The society in which we live puts a potentially harmful emphasis on gender roles. From babies in blue, to toddlers with barbies, we place our children in boxes labeled "Good Little Boys" and "Good Little Girls". It seems as though our cultural expectations are set in front of us as plastic imitations from the day we are born. Not all girls will become stay at home, cooking and cleaning mothers. Not all boys will grow up to be race car driving firemen. As soon as our gender effects the way someone talks to us or treats us, our learned behaviors begin to overtake our natural and innate behaviors. We take on the behaviors we see in others who wear the same color as us and play with the same toys as us. Our ideas and goals are molded around the picture of this ideal man/woman and we look at them as sort of a role model. This picture is usually a collage of parents, friends, siblings, movie stars, ect. Here is where individuality is lost. We loose a part of ourselves every time we give up something we want for something we're told we "should" want. We let the cycle continue every time we take the baby doll away from the dirty boy and hand it to the girl getting her hands cleaned. If we can't admit that we are at least part of the problem, then there is not much we can do. Blaming retailers for selling us what we continue to buy is screaming hypocrisy. During early development especially, as humans we learn how things work by observing others. Exposing our children to one way of life and one ideal behavior is going to have a major affect on how they continue to become their own person and accept others. We must care about our young ones enough to be an example of determination to become whatever one wants to be. No longer should we fall into boxes and let the cycle continue. Still, we should try to be an example of character to our children, realizing character can be shown in many ways, not.just.one.

canzone per un cuore

with the darkest night as my muse i'll write a song for you. i apologize, for this tune is far over due. no sweet melodies are soon to come, just a tempo of snaps and a little kick drum. i suggest a wooden chair, a quilted blanket and tea. just please follow the directions, bring no company. let in the air of the night, the chill should be prominent in this place, and to the man at the door, make the silence elongate his face. this succession will take place when you deem it timely. i wish you luck, for you know where i'll be.

2+2=4

to live is to thrive.

to crumble is to die.

if only we could live out all the hours in a day.

when we jump we can fly.

when we sit, they fly by.

if only we could jump off this complacent ground.

to wonder is to learn.

to expect is to burn.

if only we could wonder what will happen next.