writing every day of 2019 CHALLANGE COMPLETE!! // not everything published // book coming soon BOOKS DELIVERED //sorry my english is bad STILL BAD 4 followers / 1.2k words
born and raised in farmland indiana lived there back when i believed in santa later i moved to ohio where i spent my teens going ****** finally dad moved us to big texas where i would come to meet all my exes after college ill move some place far away from this disgrace never had a problem with who i was but i guess in texas they have different laws
they say you cant say youre from indiana you dont represent farmer americana you cant say youre from ohio thatd be like accepting a typo well you definitely arent one of us cause you dont like to talk on the bus or in the grocery store you think southern hospitality fun to ignore? its hard to understand who i am so i go back home to my fam they talk to me they tell me that every where has welcomed me dont be discouraged, your one of us even if you dont talk on the bus
so my texas friends and i keep traveling searching for my answer, try unraveling land in china and the people are so fine they compliment my face and praise divine they ask where im from in america and blank goes my rentina standing before my texas friends my mind weighs the odds and ends the logistics of where i belong is this where i make my stand, sing my song or alas just keep quiet and move along say some answer and move on
no i thought i need this a fight to be free of this to understand my identity i have to sacrifice a deep part of me not going to compromise no need to lie and disguise the problems with my identity deep inside
im from indiana i say immediately im meet with distaste now suddenly in a different country, they want me? saying ive been in texas for a while thats you now baby but i dont understand thats not where i stand or on brand i just dont understand im not just some texas ranch hand
i dont belong anywhere i am my own ill clear the air i just belong to me was that so hard to believe? i go home and they say im not from home i go aboard like thatll be my new home
lately i feel like my life is going by crazy fast feels like im strapped to a semi heading to a crash gaining speed rapidly driving towards the wall this is where my life shatters and apart it falls
armando said well talk about this later so i hid 3 days straight thought i didnt need a mediator so i didnt dictate
the problems i was hiding staying scared in my hole i always had a hard time inviting was never good at crowd control
i dont have anything to write about so instead ill dream something where i shout get the anger needed to record doing drugs like jordan belfort
drops my worries and cares makes me feel like im getting somewhere music is complicated and hard just wanted to make some audio art
mixing little bit of art and math dont forget to add in emotions to the bath relaxed and sitting in now music doesnt make me doubt
swimming through the bath wanting to make art last put the work aside from me let it be judged freely
art gets what it wants cant believe how bad i was once lot of room to grow cant wait to see my future shows
got a lot of work to do a head of me first of all i got to finish this degree then the grind for creative satisfaction gotta say goodbye to the distractions
got to many vices currently cant tell if they are destroying me everyone i know who smokes is reduced down to half the bloke
stronger without it weak with a week with, and im not ****** i want to die in china of old age rather than shot in this gun cage
its really hard to compare the two two completely different people groups doing the same thing as the other but one gets entitled, hot, and bothered
theyll **** each other at the end of the story and its the end of the story and i dont know if i was talking about america or china in their nuclear fallout
jordan, drugs, and, i or my struggle with the artists eye making music like a bath the combination of art and math
sleeping in til nine put contacts in the wrong eye outside getting rained in listeing to micheal cera palin
different cold the wet and dark the body and soul drift apart coworker said "running late" no need to worry, there is no hate
o how happy i am again o so happy my friends im doing just fine on my daily grind
feeling out my insides there's been a lot to realize just trying to figure this soul out acting like a **** fool, no doubt
always check the left never been right i guess born not normal in the right place been left to find out, im a disgrace
all because my hands are southpaw it's become my greatest flaw not something i can change not something i want to change
first four, setting, first point of conflict. second four, the body and mind separate. (rest follows the pattern set in second four.) third four, body is talking about delights in my current physical grind, for which i draw a lot of pleasure. fourth four, mind is talking learning about myself, and recalling previous embarrassments (growth). fifth four, body is talking about how i get confused and check for the L made on my left hand, pattern goes LRRL, sometimes i feel like the earth is made to easy for right handed people, and i therefore do not belong. sixth four, mind is talking, (realization and resolution. please reread once or twice and give me some feedback!