OUR HIDDEN SELF

But I am on my journey, my journey is one I won't admit. Struggling going places, not really having to be somewhere. Finding myself between applying for positions to finally get to share my visions and not getting any feedback and having a voice, things I stand for but no platform, or outside people I could tell those ideas to. It's exhausting. And it's overwhelming writing a book it's overwhelming writing for myself or writing for pieces I later turn in for job interviews as a writer, as a filmmaker, as a creative, I can't write them into a character nor into poetry, so I am just writing them here and now. Each week as I was told, people here do it that way, with no direction and no intention just for once, let me be.