[2024.06.29]

27 years on this Earth. If we went by the hood standards I’m the big homie. If we went by America's calculations I’m the one that got away, 16 felt like a midlife crisis cuz they said 25 was my expiry date. If I were to lay my burdens at the feet of a sequoia and rest in its branches it would recognize me as an infant and my qualms as mere babble. If I cried in the ocean I would become one with it, the waves would cover my shoulders like the comforting arm of a good friend. If I yelled all of my frustrations into the wind it would carry them until they became a breeze that eased another soul. To be connected. Twenty seven is when Saturn Returns to check temperatures. Knowing how many stars have gone supernova at this milestone, I feel nothing but an eagerness to live life to the fullest. Coming from a place that spoke everything but life and every corner came with scythes. At 25, my life was almost cut short by the force of 400 horses, 164 days later I leaped out of a metal bird at 14,000 feet above Earth's surface. Ironic coming down from the sky felt like reclaiming my life under my own terms. When I saw how quick it could be taken I comprehended its true worth.

My frontal lobe has reached adulthood. Priorities have been readjusted. Structure has been implemented. Investments have been made. Stability achieved. Eyes have lost the rose tint but kept the joy. And still, these words are here. This music is still here and my passion for it grows by the day. What’s a phase to most and a hustle to many is a sacred art to me. The source of everything. These words that advocated for me when I couldn’t hear my voice. These songs that cast light as I navigate my soul. This pen that transcends dimensions turning ink into feeling. These pages that once were the only space I could take up in this world. These vessels immortalize my essence. It would take a lifetime to voice my appreciation. So I choose life, everyday.

[2024.06.27 2:14A]

I don’t think ppl understand that working hard is the bare minimum when seeking excellence. When I think about the fact that I work hard it doesn’t even seem brag worthy but more like “duh?” Anybody can be great once. Anybody can have a “moment.” I’m constantly thinking about how often I need to be great to be excellent. This mentality is why I don’t dwell on past achievements. Insatiable. Yesterday’s wins belong to yesterday’s me. Today’s version needs to earns his ego. Perpetually. There’s always a space for grace and balance but, yeah.

[2024.06.27 1:25A]

Excited to launch this website. I’ve worked hard on it for a while now and this feels like a step in the right direction. A hub for everything that is my art. I even had to play with the coding just to make this page here but it was worth it.