MY WORDS ARE MY ESCAPE

Growing up, I  was always the child who was called the weird one dressing up in black. Before I knew who Johnny Cash was being called Goth before it became all the buzz, I turned on the Grateful Dead and got lost in the music while writing my own words to find my escape from reality, which I cared to change and rearrange.

Now that I am older and wiser, I know that my words from my past will last and grow. No longer are they an escape but the truth which I now create

Why is it that the artist, the poets, and the musicians are always the ones who are called the misfits, the outcast, the lost causes the ones who will not back down but always fight with their arts of escape?