Do not listen to the voices
external, internal, omnipotent or otherwise
They are gnats nipping at your neocortex
casting shadows on the light you were meant to share;
A dull drone silencing the brilliance you were meant
to proclaim from the edge of this land
you now find yourself at
No one understands you;
I know this, beautiful stranger.
Your skin constricts the bulbous passion that is your soul
making you an outcast within your own mind
and this world, this society, this city of superficial dreams
has no place for an artist who draws inspiration
from love
from the forlorn nonconformist
from the uncool, uncouth lower castes of acceptance
I do not know you
and care not whether what you create is “good”.
You are human,
your thoughts original
and your intentions pure
Please
I beg of you
stranger of strangers
Do not listen to them…
Life is but a dream…
…So dream
af
(written with pen on paper)
I met David randomly at a coffee shop in Venice. He is a struggling filmmaker and the name of the project peaked his interest. We stopped to talk with each other for about 10 minutes and he gave me a dollar to write something to inspire him. I never heard back from him, but, I hope he’s doing well out there and that I was able to inspire him…just a little.