My art reveals my truth.
One piece alone has little to do with who I am as a whole.
Life is a culmination of struggles.
Self-imposed mental disruptions.
I make an incision through this substantial pool of memory.
Divulging the complexity of a single thought.
Some days feel like a chore, my smile is plastered on.
Cycles of depression and anxiety contained in unshed tears.
I bear the weight of misdirection
a pawn knocked away by the hand of power.
Words marked maligned in speech, constructing rancid thoughts
I crave connection beyond small talk and trivialities
I strive to be braver than a fear stretching ocean wide
I am aware of this vulnerable invasion emanating from my pores.
There is no such thing as perfection.
Shedding every ounce of pain, bleeding down a canvas.
I’ll bare no witness to my internal destruction.
Seek laughter. Feed my brain.
Search for wisdom. Create silver linings.
Do not despair.
If I could help someone,
and say “Don’t be afraid, you are not alone“,
it’s all worth it.