and i didn’t do anything after that.
all these people are out here ‘trying’ to ‘make’ ‘it’
out here trying to be the next big thing. trying to make a living off their so called craft. some of them are genius’ and some are genius’ aswell… in their own respective right.
but me… i’m no regular human being. i’m not concerned with making it. and it makes me smile… just thinking about it. it makes me smile that im not concerned about making anything. it’s inevitable. i’m concerned with making greatness. i’m concerned with changing peoples ears forever.
im concerned with making people feel something. if i could make every numb soul feel these notes… i’d be the happiest man alive.
as i wrote this i get a call-
“a wise man once told me ‘it’s ok being lionel richie and not michael”
- frank ocean
and there i go again… getting that feeling in the pit of my stomach i know all too well. have a good day people. if everyone could just understand that being content and happy is all up to you, the world would be a much better place… atleast inside of your head it would.
i’m not a big fan of talking about my aspirations… especially on tumblr. i feel like i’m on some soap box preaching. but i’ll let this one slide. sometimes it’s ok to talk about food while eating.
i like asking you people on tumblr for things i know you’ll never do
color of the day: whatever the color of mike tysons face tattoo is
- turn in roll of film
- clean room
- do laundry
- watch season 4 and 3 of the cosby’s
i am compelled to become recluse, delete all the music i’ve created. leave on an indefinite hiatus and come back with a masterpiece.