Why do you think we lie on our back sometimes across the bed when for answers we search? Arms spread out, down in defeat, as if by doing so the world would change a thing. Is it because it feels like the most comforting thing ever, or is it because we think the ceiling can hear us, can talk? Maybe baring our souls to the unknown gives us some weird kind of hope?
I have more questions than answers. Thus, if you do know, say so.
Inspired by the cover photo of Rihanna’s album, Unapologetic. I love her song “What Now” from that album, so I just sketched it one day while listening. Music is art; art is music.
We don’t have to wish it away for it often brings renewed thoughts and stems. Sure it’s already autumn and you’d rather see the leaves fall than rain drops cause frizz and chaos. The streets filled with fast-moving folks looking for shelter for their unadventurous souls.
Fire can burn, but rain; rain is my friend.
There’s no more comforting, inspiring sound or view to me than the rain on my window pane. It can be overwhelming — with homesickness, reminiscence, warmth, motivation, happiness and nostalgia all hitting at once. But, it is the best mood setter. (Just don’t ask me to drive places.) Remix it with the sound of an acoustic guitar and, I am going nowhere. Dear rain, you can stay.
How many haven’t heard a friend say those words before — in person, over the phone? While on speakerphone… I’ve learned the hard way that the best kept secret is that which never leaves your big mouth. It is extremely likely that your BFF is not my BFF, and if I trust you, it is because you’ve passed the years-long arduous trustworthiness test, and I fully expect you to abide by these unwritten rules of confidentiality.
Let this be a reminder to us all that the secrets we promise to hold aren’t up for show.
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other;
You can stand under my umbrella.
Illustrating lyrics again. This one is by young artist Alessia Cara — I like her sound. Made with Paper 53.
Hey, who’s on IG?? I’m @SOATD there!
(Sorry, kids, about the spoil alert.)
This year I want nothing but peace and comfort for Syrian refugees. I’ve just about had it with all these stories of horror. Are you tired, too? Or is your heart made of stone? I can’t stand how we helplessly watch so much human suffering and do nothing about. How can we help? I mean, who do you even ask for help? Nope, your god can’t save them either. Borders are stupid, people. Our earth is massive; why be so greedy? There’s room for all.
So, keep your presents, Santa. What we need here on Earth is PEACE and love. Yes, a lot of that. Good luck to us all.
A very saddened, fed-up human.
Little Miss Perfect
Sitting at the train stop
Red Nike high tops
Listening to hip-hop.
While we were waiting
Before I got her name
Along came a train;
Next stop, Brooklyn.