New Found Realization

I am a Lesbian

EYES WIDE OPEN

“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” -Rumi

HOORAY FOR SERO-fucking-TONIN!

Haha!

RAWR
Im A-FUCKING-LIVE
Hear me fucking roar.
Love is for fuckers.
I USED TO BE A FUCKER.
Like a few hours ago.
But then I drank some wine.

Fucking Over It.

At 20 years old
I wake up yet again,
feeling ALIEN.
Alien to the society in which I live.
I feel like a fucking alien.
Still trying to figure this shit out.
This weird game we all give consent to participate in unless we have the vagina to voluntarily end it.
It is fucking weird.
I wake up every morning feeling like a newborn child.
Fresh.
Unscented.
And anything is possible, yet what I want seems so far away.
I feel like a fucking kid who doesn't know anything.
New.
All the time.
Ready to create a new self.
What does this mean?
Am I crazy?
Sometimes I feel I have no sense of identity.
Most of the time.
And I am actually okay with that.
I think this would be more of a tolerable place if we kept the perspective
to reinvent ourselves upon every waking moment, the sleeping ones too.
I don't want school, or a fucking normal job, or these uncreative responsibilities.
All this shit is really bogging me down and I've had the biggest creative block
of my entire 2 decade span of life.
And I'm fucking over it.

Sunday in and Outside the Painting Studio

Recently Found Inspiring Images

1st 2 paintings are by a contemporary artist known as Timothy Cummings.