June 13, 2000: heart murmurs
Everything I do is brought to life the same way! The music I write/produce isn’t listened to out of conceit—it’s a peacemaker for a self that’s never liked being itself. That’s the reason why I create so much! I’m not bored, I want to one day be who it is I am—this isn’t my correct path…how can it be? There’s too much inside my imagination that can and will be created! To suddenly become visible to a pair of blind eyes is non-existent. I rely on this self to never stop searching. My life belongs to a higher power whose ability is to bridge sound with silence. My heart is a muscle—a living weed planted by another human being—from that pod, a blossom sprouted a pedal—little did anyone or I realize that this weed wanted to be a rose. “You can’t!” They’ve screamed my entire life. To which I’ve replied, “Keep telling me what I’m not…it gives me the strength to continue changing other peoples lives.”