Takin care of business
I’ve officially left LA. And am on the road to NYC. What will this next chapter bring? LA was overall good to me. A brief internship in casting, nevertheless, I learned something. A lot of personal growth. A scholarship to the Steppenwolf acting intensive. A sort of self realization what I’m doing with myself as an artist as I try to communicate with the universe. Goodbye LA . Hello NYC .
Today I want to be anyone but me. Albeit, not me 5 years ago. And not my neighbors. Today I want to be the idealized version of me. The perfect, fabulous, everything me. But instead I feel like the old me. The me that gets down on me. I just want to be the new me. Shiny perfect hair, glistening perfectly molded body, pearly white teeth, graceful legs & graceful movements. On and on and on …
I feel vitally mixed up and firmly grounded. I met this man, a boy really, years ago under a blue moon. And only today did I realize that I never believed I was good enough for him. I held him on a pedestal. But he loved me. Or so he says. And now I’ve met a different man, one who embodies that title. And he loves me. The only thing that’s stopping me is me. And the only thing I can think to do is pray. . Love behind me. Love in front of me. Love to the left. Love to the right. Love below me. Love above me. Love with in me. Love in my surroundings . I’m moving to New York City. Oh god, let this be right. And let this be the biggest mistake of all. It doesn’t really matter which one it is, what will be will be. I’m looking forward to the crisp feel of fall on my skin. And staying in on a cold winter night. Goodbye LA, don’t forget me & ask me back soon.
Soulmates. Molecules. Stars colliding. Celestial beings . Soulmates. Molecules. Stars colliding. Celestial beings. Soulmates. Molecules.
What r Soulmates? They transcend time. They love in between the leaves. In the liminal spaces. When we die. They are alive anew, together. Freedom in death, ecstasy. They are bound together, as we never were. They save eachother again and again. Titles do not exist. They are brother and sister, lovers, husband and wife, best friends, and mother and father eternally. Eyes, smiles, teeth, hands, hair, legs, feet are created from the molecules of colliding stars, creating these celestial beings. Fallen to earth, how will they find eachother? How will they fight gravity, brevity, circumstance? Their souls are like magnets, dancing with winds of change. And the harsh complicated mess of our taboo world only gives them true freedom in death. When their molecules can dance in Eros and become celestial pearls of light.