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Rubik's cube

I think... or rather I feel alot of things. I Am the Rubik's cube, every side,  a piece of an experience I've felt, each cube a touch of someone I've  LOVED . Every twist and turn brings ME closer, then pulls me away further.
Oh those they twists and turns... forever fighting {the sameness} the uniformity.. a thousand different turns to peace... to calm... to Zen.  Each row that forms is an obstacle called self pride, that may give a false sense of self achievement, each double row a friend who has given up on his/her dreams and lives the life of an endless square and was twisted and shaped to the great task masters will. Each word a brand, of an education syndicated to give but take much much much more. Every click [click]... the sound of time getting away from us. Time/life are the great reminders. Will I ever figure this cube out? With time to spare....
(i cant end this piece cause I've gotten lost in what i wanted to say .. its there but i cant grasp it) 
A true artist is GROWTH.  

Aimless

i can only stretch so far ... in a metamorphosis phase in my life .. but what most of us look past is that during this phase when your neither the caterpillar or the butterfly your so easily influenced and swayed. I gave up on so many things in my life, been lost, been alone, been broken hearted, been misunderstood, been looked past, been insecure, been loved, been this... been that..been them.. but only now am i beginning to be me. I feel the layers peeling back, friends distancing themselves because they don't understand anymore. New ones attaching themselves to someone they think they see. Truth is know one knows... because i don't know my self. What i started this post to say was I can feel the universe wanting me to be me... i know if i become me i'll be great.... but ... MY INSECURITIES COULD EAT ME ALIVE.

In a writing mood *

Dam i miss Lauryn Hill

VIA but originally felt

Don’t expect a classic love story though (duh) – this is not a piece for the conventional or the nostalgic or the mushy: “Valentine’s Day is traditionally about love, and when we think about love we usually think about people in love with other people. I wanted to take a look at love from a different perspective: of loving something. As [ story] progresses, you see the people in the couple falling more in love with who they really are as individuals – with their own identities – and as this happens it causes them to grow more distant.”

This is obviously something you've experienced firsthand?

“As I’ve come to find my identity and who I am, I’ve definitely gotten pushed away by people – because of the way I dress...the career path I’ve chosen...the priorities I've made. I’ve spoken with other people, other artists who have gone through the same thing – so I wanted to create something that those people could relate to. [My last relationship ended] because she wanted the norm; she wanted to get married and have a husband. By me choosing to be me – by me choosing my art - we fell out.“

Crap, so do you think it’s impossible for an artist to be romantically involved with another artist?

“I don’t think it’s impossible. [As an artist] you just have to find somebody who is as secure in his or her identity as you are. I did some research a while ago about why super creative people…icons…have sucked at relationships. I’m looking at all these people – Bob Dylan, Andy Warhol, [photographer] Richard Avedon – and I’m noticing that when you’re an artist and you’re all about your identity as an artist, that consumes your whole life. If something doesn’t fit into that world, then it doesn’t fit into your identity. With Mozart, whose wife’s name was Constance, they worked really well together. But if you research her you’ll find that she was a composer as well.  Artistic identities have to cross in a complimentary way or [the relationship] will fall apart.”- Agreed

The Art of Drowning

There Are Monsters ( just watch) if ur into this type of thing

Crawling while standing ..