A True Artist Knows...

...when to start over. (Archibald's Next Big Thing).

I've recently realized that I'm not using minds to its full potential.

During my early morning self-reflection, the thought crossed my mind, as it often does, that I should create a personal journal online. I understand that the market is currently flooded with many others and the same thought. Regardless, I have for some time now wanted to share my thoughts and experiences with those who may find solace in them. This is a challenging endeavor for some as it equally opens the door to ridicule. 

After much ruminating, I have concluded that it is worth the risk.

Thus far, my channel has had a particular use which is not truly productive. I use this space as a place to drop any of my writing that I find valuable enough to share. I have thousands of "notes" in each of the phones I've owned over the years, but only a few have made it into the form seen on this page. Since I joined, at the behest of a former friend, my channel has reflected both my thoughts and my growth. I am prepared to share more than I have previously at this point. 

I would like to be an open book, so others may know my story and feel less alone.

We are all artists. 

We are the creators of our landscape.

We paint the blues into our sky, as we wonder why, why am I,

The authors of our soul,

Writing the twists and turns into our tale,

Asking how, how have I failed

And on this journey which we illustrate, define, and choose

What do we have to lose, which cannot be taken, only offered

but the very spirit of our being

It is mine, only mine, unless I wont

and offer it all to you

To sell my soul to the highest bidder

consume

                      consume

consume.

Are you a consumer, or a producer?

Is it greed which leads your feet upon the path

The thought, a common refrain, gonna get mine, fuck you.

Or is it dreams which you pursue, as you run the other way

I am because we are, you say

Because we are better if I am too