Less Is More.

MENTAL OPULENCE

I am a left-handed, right-brained artist, pianist, writer. I believe in the magic of the electric guitar. My faith in humanity is unbridled & rapid, unchanging yet filled with responsible pressure. When it comes to PASSION, I hold no punches. I embody convictions far more courageous than the reserved self I project. My waters, while respectively deep, rush constantly, without stillness.

Little more than subtle, a far cry from invisible. A believer in my sexuality being powerful. Cunning, sometimes.
Revel in your ART.

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Dare to demand that which your heart conveys; I live for nothing less than learning all that I can possibly know. The crime is to believe in ignorance as a term in itself, let alone a lifestyle. Be that which intellect insists -- learned.

Commit TO LIVE & LOVE ~~WITH CAUTION~~ FREELY.

Be happy with random things in life. Above all else, be whole.

Dividends of the Psyche, Matters of the Heart.

Conditional Living

2.29.2012 || 3:02 AM

(The amazing Maya Rudolph doing a modern pose of her mother Minnie Riperton's famous album cover, how cute is this?)

I rarely delve directly into specific personal things I'm experiencing; maybe a nuance or reference, but rarely a specific scenario. With that being said...

"Let's talk about mamas."

Unless you're completely obsessed and in love with your mom like I am (in a completely non-creepy or sexual way) then you have absolutely no qualms about spending extensive periods of time with one another. That has always been one of the most rewarding aspects of my life, how honestly happy I am to be a part of my quirky family. Yet.....

There is no denying that, with age, women who are closely knit with their mothers go through oddities in the form of phases. I, have indeed experienced this; not with age, but with the loss of my independence. A combination of variables landed me back under my mother's roof, for what I regularly coin as a TEMPORARY stay... and I'm less than thrilled. It, initially, had nothing to do with our relationship -- but, in every way possible, the contrary was achieved. It became about the relationship, when my main focus (tunnel-vision, even) was escaping back to what I had grown to know and love -- aloneness.

The glorious autonomy which I'd live within for years prior to a series of concurrent shitty circumstances has thus dissipated, like a cold mist on an ice cream cone once it hits a humid hand. My magical mist was gone, I was once again someone's CHILD and not myself. Coexisting has never been my strong suit, for many reasons. I just.... can't.... live in others' company outside of romance.

[fights a laughing fit]

I'll finish this later.