In All Of Us

I am an artist – not because I dream of glory or fame – those mean nothing to me now.

I am an writer not because I wish to master language, though as writer that is important for me, but because once upon a thousand times, I fell in love. Since then my life has not been without words.

I am a musician because as a lady I have decided to strive for one thing – to be alive – to live a life that means something, and singing is a way to keep myself accountable – if I’m not living, I’m not creating.

If I can’t write music, it must be because I am not pursuing life passionately enough. Writing at this point in my life, is life, just as drawing or painting once was, and I hope is again one day. The only life worth living is a life worth writing about. If you wouldn’t want to read a book about your own life, I’d venture to say you’re dead already, and I’d put forth the question, what are you living for? Is this narcissistic? Maybe . . .

We live in a dead and dying world – we walk and talk and work with dead people – living dead lives. The only way one can truly write something that means something is to go to great lengths to either live, or great lengths to die. To be mediocre, is to be forgotten. To be mediocre, is to be no one. To be mediocre, is to be mere dust blowing in the wind, dirt between your toes, sand on a beach somewhere.

Thank you for raping me of everything I hold dear.

It's never your fault.