Just tell me, what do you see?
When you take a pause, a moment frozen in time, as you pass by a mirror, a window, or the shadow, of your future self and what could be, tell me what you see?
When you're going about your day -
And you're busy
And you're CHASING that fucking feeling of YES, TELL me what it is you see?
Show me your SOUL beautiful and I'll show you what's been there the whole time, what it's always been about, what it can ONLY be about, what you were molded out of clay for, what you KNOW:
SHOW ME YOUR SOUL AND I'LL SHOW YOU THE SOUL OF AN ARTIST.
And I love you just the way you are -
For your push and your determination and your random and your RESISTANCE and the fact that you've spent SO much time -
And achieving EVERY thing BUT -
The very thing.
The only very thing.
That ever mattered.
And chasing every other person, trying to find a distraction, an escape, a way to avoid looking in the mirror and just ADMITTING what you actually want, what you can't not do.
And love, well love fucking MATTERS gorgeous, so admit THAT shit, but this? This?
This is your LIFE.
Stop avoiding admitting what it is you must live for breathe for die for beat for.
Avoid the FEAR
FUCK IT Do it anyway!
Love & light