maybe we are all suffering,
grief stricken and sorry and flattened under so much shame.
and all those simple hopes i had when i was child
light up,
bright with hurt.
(video is goth in that bad way but i really like the song)
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
2 comments:
This is not Goth, Angela. Not only the music but the art work and images are beautiful.
Childhood - its joys and terrors - relived.
Thank you.
"Childhood - its joys and terrors - relived."
it has been the name of the game the passed few weeks. i forget to feel thankful for it... the opportunity to find the hidden gems, to work through the darker things. thank YOU for reminding me. :)
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