My roots hit the ground with the sound of my voice that reminds me of the choiceness that i make and excitement in the risks that I take to swoon into the perfect possibility that somebody might meet me there with a smile. And maybe not for a while, as the patience game takes its time to unwind to shift of my DNA to stay in this state of “ness” longer and stronger for more distance. It challenges me all along to remember the song that plays in my head as the dreams instead become my reality of truth of life in my youth I just didn’t know how to express the loneliness of no one understanding. It was so demanding to be how they wanted me to be where I just needed to be free for all of us to see the beauty that lives in the voice of a child.
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