Botox for my heart

Untitled, Jean-Michel Basquiat, 1984

My mind races, this is bullshit. Passing by the memories embedded in my soul with full force, not stopping, but changing the position and meaning of what once was. I try to slow down but not even meditative alternatives clear the sandstorm. What race am I in? Who or what am I challenging?  Reality is, this race has no purpose. It wouldn't be such a burden if this speed didn't distort all other dimensions within my being. Where I am trying to end...

They say the fastest possible speed at which energy or information can travel-according to special relativity- is the speed of light: approximately 1079 million kilometers (671 million miles) per hour. You can understand why I'm in such a daze-and confused-my energy level is shot and my heart is losing its child-like vitality.

A friend not long ago said, "Jess you think too much, just learn the simplicity of chilling." I thought I did, but sadly, I have no clue. Sorry Mr. Tower.

Feel free to give me some tips, I've got a wrinkle in my heart.

Let Loose

Billy Nasty & Lucidhouse part 2 from lucidhouse on Vimeo.

I am not a fan of people constantly trying to be too real. I understand being true to you, but then there are those who are so one-dimensional it makes me want to cry. Real life vs. fantasy; why does there have to be such a distinct separation. Why can't it mesh?

It seems to be hard for some to incorporate a mix into their lives. Speaking to someone who is completely opposed/closed to this possibility (or should I say reality) is evident. They tend to be boring and a tad pessimistic. Unable to live with a little fantasy eliminates the opportunity for a new dialogue, a new experience, a new optical to view the world. In my experience, allowing fantasies and my imagination to splatter over this tangible world gives me new stamina.


"But it’s not real Jess?"

What makes something real? Tangibility? I say you have the ability to make a lot of things real or non-existent if you really want to. Don't invalidate something because it’s in your imagination or subconscious. Rather explore it and find a way for it to become part of your expression of being.

Note: thank you to my beautiful friend and very imaginative., Leo who always gives me a beat to let loose to.