My creativity is skyrocketed when I'm in the flow of some mood-enhancing music, like Fiona Apple, Azure Ray, Portishead, Sleepy Sun, Emiliana Torrini, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Gillian Welch, Radiohead, Lo-Fi and the like...
I've been a writer since I was 10 years old.
Prose and poetry have been my only means of at-times capturing and at other times escaping from my emotions about my place in the world.
I have a weak spine, and a sensitive soul~
The words flow from me as I try to understand the confusing hell that I live in. I long for my voice be heard, but for what desire?
A bit perplexed by such predicament, shoving years of oligarchical oppression deep to the depths of my soul...
And I find I have little control, when the words decide to spill from ink to scroll. Truth speaks without me; I lay my ego down here.