LuhamaTaualupe

It's hard figuring out who you are amongst the craziness we call life. Once you feel you have grasp over it, it seemingly finds a way to make you fall to then land on your ass. Making you wonder as you pick up the broken pieces off the floor 'will I ever figure this out or will I just continue to stumble through things like a drunk fool.' I don't want much in life, all I ask for is to be happy. I'm lost in the generation where society expects you to know where you're going and what you're doing with your life. I stumble and fall, to then slowly learn how crawl again. It doesn't get easier you just get better at it. who am I? the simplest ques

We live in the error where a person is shamed for being different, an out cast yet those that follow are deemed as worthy. I may not be the view of norm but when did everything have to bee the same, let alone look the same. I am who I am from all the scars and beatings that this world gave me. Each and every single one was and is a blessing and a lesson.  If you don't like me I honestly don't care.

It's crazy to think in a world where we are told to follow our dreams, to became who we wish to be yet the moment you speak your dreams in the field of art you are shut down. It may not be much but these pieces are how I breath when words simply do not define the emotion I feel and the thoughts are left unspoken.