A Synopsis:
I'm this kid from the bleak suburbs of Memphis, Tennessee that's usually outside at 4:00AM trying to figure out how to make things not feel so small or so short.
I've been that kid my entire life, no matter how old I get it doesn't go away. I like everything and anything that makes things seem really big, really epic, because everything in this world tends to be really closed off and transient.
You know, the good things.
I have this undying wish that people and their ideas were more like the world they're placed in. Beautiful, lasting, like caves. Like old trees. Perhaps a bit more loyal and a bit more sincere. Calm in the calm, moving when it storms.
All together used to it, knowledgeable of it, regardless of what it is because they've stuck with looking directly into something for more than a second.
More than it takes to flip open a cell phone, channel surf, produce the obsolete by the minute.
I feel strongly about things. I don't feel luke-warm about anything. Every meal is either the best or the worst. I either love you or I hate your guts.
You've either found my flower or my thorn. I am sincere like a woodland.
I use strange manners of speech that you'll be forced to either love or hate.
I like art. Art is my cloud formation and this is why I'll probably never be celebrated in my lifetime. Consider it for a while and you might get what that means.
Right now, I'm the kid that wants a nice scotch. I think I'll go enjoy one.