THE UNIVERSE. A vast collection of planets, space dust, black holes, wormholes, unknowing life forms, then in the center or somewhere off to the very side, is Earth. A planet inhabited by humans who breathe oxygen, create art, fall in love with remarkable things. Paying bills is not the life that was originally offered. There is more than working your bones to dust, your body aching and holding a grudge with your mind. The suffering, the trenches it took you to get to where you are is not a definition of you, but rather a small leap in the haunting ocean.

Where will everything lead you? 

A question no one can answer but yourself. No judgment lies here, only the truth to pass along the ocean, glide with the creatures beneath, and become the creature beneath. No one should be lost to themselves or anyone else. Not to your mother, your father, brother, sister, uncle, aunt, anyone—no one is capable of putting love, compassion, soul in your being. Sometimes maybe that is contradictory. Music is a way of life, created by humans, who want to make you feel connected in some way, and that is very helpful.

Sometimes harmful.

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Invisible string theory. 

What is it? 

It defines that someone out there, even from space, or that is already dead, has an invisible string that will eventually lead you to someone or something. It could be romantic, platonic, anything in between, and the fact is you went through paths, and rivers alike to meet this person is such a beautiful thing.

And a scary thing.

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Where’s the checkpoint in life?

Not sure. Italy maybe. Or France? Maybe it’s not a destination at all, but rather a career, or situation you are set in. Probabilities that lead you to possibilities. Everyone has time on their hands, even the busy ones…Checkpoints…lost points. No one will understand any of this. Not even I do.

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Does everything happen for a reason? 

No, and yes. No in the sense that, being put into horrible situations does not make you stronger, or weaker, it only means you survived through it, and that was not for any reason. It just happened. Like losing your job, a hobby, a partner, a pet, or a family member…grievance and perseverance are unlimited and attached to the hip. 

Grievance – “a complaint or accusation that something is wrong or unfair, and can be formal or emotional”

Perseverance – “persistence in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success”

Grievance to perhaps a childhood you can no longer reach, or a person you no longer call while perseverance stops you, dead in your tracks, leaving you an agony and depression you cannot climb out of until you have multiple hands to dig you out. 

“Everything happens for a reason” maybe for some, maybe for none. 

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How is it being a teenager? 

Ask an adult that and it would be either “I had to walk in seven feet of snow to school” or they peaked. 

Ask a teenager this, and how would you respond?

Responding to it seems impossible and easy at once. 

Being a teenager is like standing on glass for hours on end barefoot, in a crowd that doesn’t take their eyes off of you. Or it can feel like standing on marshmallows, and the clouds sing a desperate melody. We want our childhood back and for depression to end, and want our depression to come back, as well as our childhood to stay dead. 

Teen years are supposed to be the golden years but does it feel that way? 

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Who is your biggest inspiration?

Cannot answer.

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What is your favorite thing about living?

Music, dance, film, the skies, space, allowing myself to feel. Sometimes finding the daydreams comforting in some light, how it all feels and seems real, then waking up and it hurts like a bullet.

Sadness is a burden. 

Falling in love is one of the scariest things. You meet someone and feel so whole with them, and things can turn badly in one argument. After it all, you still want them. Cradle their hearts, as they drive a knife in yours. 

Living can be a gift and a curse. There is no time to explain it.

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Humanity.

All it takes is one act of kindness, one hello, one goodbye, one good morning, one good night, one thing, like holding the door open, complementing someone, or allowing a person to speak without judgment. A silence colliding you and anything, it takes one thing to embrace humanity. Unfortunately, some people weren’t taught to have any.

All it takes is a simple gesture. 

Take the initiative.