Juice WRLD Died this month. At the age of 21, from a seizure. Due to the pills he ingested in order to avoid incarceration at the airport. Here's my thoughts as an artist on suicide & death by drug overdose...
I Love the way I want to love. That may or may not be favored by you. I Love as much as I have & want to give, as little or as much as that is... & I accept what Love I have been blessed to receive, at any increment.
Intention forever remains the victim of interpretation. Talking to Strangers is a noteworthy book to alkalize your naiveté, ice bath your childish glee & make you think twice about human interaction.
We are attached to the things that we do. Indoctrinated by society, then inevitably... mostly, by choice. As a society, we valuate one another based on the things that we do. Not of who we are, but of what we do.
An associate friend of mine asked me something I thought I knew the answer to... “what value do I have to provide?”
Many of us men go most of our lives not knowing how to process & make sense of our emotional hues, triggers & breakdowns. Once we give way to vulnerability, that which was suppressed will flow out relentlessly.
To the greatest love of my life, I have a confession to make. I am sure you are already aware. I’ve come to Love another... I’ve known Love elsewhere.
True Balance is the most elusive aspect of this human existence. Just when you think you’ve got it, something else tips you just off the scale.
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