My imagination scares me. I tend to create things that aren’t true and imagine things that I would like to happen and they don’t happen. It’s this thing that eats at me, slowly and slowly. I am not afraid but I do get sad from these thoughts. I think to much. I am narcotic.
Photographed by: Emerson I. Menjivar
Sometimes a film does something to me and can’t explain it. I have had strange dreams since I saw this film a week ago. It’s haunting me in the most beautiful way.
CALLING ALL POETS! April is National Poetry Month and I would like to organize a poetry slam at my work (Anaheim Libraries) for the teens in the area. I have already spoken with my manager and they are more than excited to have this idea come to life. I think it would be a great opportunity to expose the youth to some awesome art. Sadly poetry isn’t easily accessible in these modern days. I would love to get a handful of talented, willing individuals who would love to share some spoken word! If you are interested hit me up ASAP. because I have to started drafting it all out. I am aiming for the end of April and also thinking of doing a little zine of peoples works if they are willing to get published guerilla style
See you again someday, white skies.