What's the price to for glory? It's a question I often ask myself. What is the price to pay for ascension, for greatness, to be? I would like to think that it's worth giving up everything. It's only recently in my life that I've had something to dream for, to live for. The feeling is amazing to say the least. To know my life has a purpose, or should I say, is purpose is something I can never turn my back on. To do so, even in the slightest pains me in ways I've never known. I truly know the meaning of "ignorance is bliss". In spite, of the glory I've known, there are still things in my life that seem to stand to say I will never be good enough. That the things I dream of, I'm not worthy of. That I should settle. It's like all those people in my past have come back to claim to their I told you so's. Things and people that say to that, I'm a fool to believe what I do. That nothing is ever that big or ever that important or ever ...
Visual Artist and Spoken Word Poet