Arkansas Native. I'm twenty-five now.
I have degrees in Political Science and Asian Studies, which in no way better my life currently. I create art and post it very rarely.
I write music in a studio project called "Story Eater" (shitty that I used my online handle, right?).
I've been searching for understanding. It's a work in progress.
I don’t post here much, and that’s probably better, because I want the words out, but I don’t want them seen.
I don’t understand. I am well beyond frustration.
“For all you can see, know that there’s more.”
“So not down.”
“Unexpected Fun.”
“I debate back and forth with -myself- over things -you’ve- said, because -I- thought one thing and -you- meant another. Along the way -I- knew, -you- knew, it wasn’t the same. Things had changed and it just wasn’t the same.”
Music can say so much, even without words.
“I found you in a time and place where little makes sense. Not me, not you, not us. Whether it is or isn’t, I can’t help but to wonder what could be and maybe why it can’t. But, I want it, I want to know. Maybe some day I will.”
Data transfer incomplete. Corruption probable.
“I search for meaning in things that simply are. Because, somehow it’s easier to grasp for answers rather to simply be.”
“I’m confused by the contradiction in my ability to see so much and so little at the same time.”