ieuan, 17, south wales. i don't really talk much about life with anyone, so i thought id use this to just express the little things, maybe some big things, we'll find out.
“In a culture of predictability and contrived emotion, honesty is the currency by which art is valued.”
i don’t dream of living on streets named after trees, 4-1 k’s and PTA meetings. all i need is you and me, warm hearts and hands and bellies, and a place that we can both see.
i don’t dream of a corner office in the sky, ruling over other’s lives, buying low and selling high. compensation for the things that i achieve, won’t be monetarily, no gold star for them to see. can you see?
if i can’t take it with me when i die, well, it don’t mean shit to me. i stand naked holding spindles of material, but it’ll never be clothing without the seams, holding it together, what’s holding you together?
