The truth journal was a means, A way for me to reconnect to the part of me that only get fulfillment from making music.
But I promise you it has never been clearer .
I have believers, they know the vision.
The last couple months been a bit of a roller coaster , I felt so disconnected with my music i couldn’t even write or make melodies …
I felt like no one was listening and that could have been because of a number of reasons but it all comes back to the fact that I haven’t been me for a long time .
Sometimes I put pieces of me out there and then ask what really the point to all these, eventually lost most what I held dear. You still matter to me even tho I don't want you to anymore but I think I'm starting to like you better in my dreams though, Atleast you can't hurt there
Thou shall not measure the goodness of your soul by who chooses to keep you near. The honorable man does not linger where he is treated as an accident. He departs not from wounded pride, but from an understanding that virtue requires no audience.
She climbed into my passenger seat at 2:17 a.m., smiled like she’d been there a hundred times, whispered, “Drive.” We never said where. I woke up with her perfume still convincing me it had happened.
Listen to a divine voice, an ethereal wave of love. Understand the meaning of acceptance, the purpose of experience and keep creating even in moment meaning cease.
Truth Journal wasn’t meant to explain my absence but for some reason it became the closest I’ve felt to the people listening.
It just told the truth.
The way people have held onto it has given me every reason to keep writing.
Page 4, 12am 🕛
“Don’t be scared to love” until you love who doesn’t love you back , it’s a plague an understanding that idealizing the other person and seeing them as flawless is easier rather than the reality of what they are offering you
First I asked myself why now and why not now,life doesn’t stop throwing problems all you can do sometimes is hold to hope and keep believing in a greater plan. Honestly I was going to take a break from music but that’s like trying to stop breathing,12 pages of how I felt lately