A Dreamer's World

Ever since i was a young child i can remember i was always interested in crafts and drawing. I had my mother’s talent running through my veins. No matter what i was doing, as long as it had to do with art or my hands i was interested in it. I want to continue my life in the arts because my wish is to capture the world in my perspective and show the public that true beauty is in everything.

Even at the age of only seventeen i have a strong love for art. My eye takes interest in just about any piece of art work, whether i like it or not. Most people don’t believe that art is around us but everything in life is art in my eyes. The way a building is created, the way a sidewalk runs through a park, and just simply how flowers lay through a field; we may not realize this but talent is needed to create such art work. Talent is art, and art takes talent. I have always wanted to travel the world to capture this odd yet gorgeous planet we call Earth, because i almost am convinced that no one views life around us like i do. I believe everyone and everything is beautiful, and i will go to the end of the earth and back to prove that to people.

Not only do i wish to show the world beauty but i want to inform others of the struggles countries go through. I would love to take action in life and create a way to help others by informing people through a simple photograph. I wish to capture true emotion and make people understand what others live through. One huge dream i have is to possibly start an organization called Everyone Has a Story. This will be done through photography to tell a persons life story through a couple sentences. I wish to capture life’s essences and prove to people they are not alone that others are here to help. My life cannot go a day without art and i am determined to take every dream i have and make it reality. i will show this world that we are surrounded by art, and i will inform and help others through my art.

i saw you after not seeing you for two years. i was so happy to see you i jumped on you when i saw you. did you not see the enjoyment in my eyes when i saw you again after two years….TWO YEARS RUSS? we had a great plan; then you chose to smoke after supposedly quitting rather than hanging out with me….you ditched me. what happened to best friends…what happened to always being there for each other….i searched for you, i called you, i texted…you never replied. What am i to you? was i just a ride so you could get home from philly to your mom…am i nothing to you like i am to the rest? i left without a goodbye from my best friend, without a hug from my best friend, without a thank you from my best friend, without a simple see you again….used-cheated-played-broken-nothing-ditched-unwanted….everything i feel.

they wont go away, they are pushing me into the corner. i’m scared of the faces inside my head. please just leave me alone. I WISH YOU WERE ALL DEAD!

i keep dreaming about you lately. i have no idea why but i’m thinking it’s because we started talking again. Your face makes me smile every time i see it but your voice is what puts a bullet to my head.

thinking about doing this sick spray paint photo. a rasta pot leaf surrounded by space with mushrooms at the bottom. zack gave me the idea and its sick as shit i’m so gonna do it.

questions always come to mind when i think of the world. Who are we, why are we here, what are we meant to do, why are we us? People shape our lives as much as we want to believe we shape ourselves, we really don’t. We sit here and let others influence us constantly. What they call us is what shapes us. Faggot, whore, cunt, dyke, freak, retard we let it shape who we are. It angers you, it pisses you off but what can you do about it? You start to become who you are! you change? you stay the same? Either way you become who you are today. You think people are crazy-insane-psychotic but did you ever sit here and wonder how they got that way? People cause others in this world to completely lose themselves. How do i know this? because i’ve been their…i’ve completely lost myself due to others. The way others treat someone can make them completely lose themselves and wonder who they are and what they mean in this world. “Faggot” begins to shape their lives. Yet no one stops to bother, no one thinks to believe what i say could be the last straw for them. That last word could cause an instant snap in the brain. lose of control, mental brake down, suicide. Stand at the end of a bridge and wonder how many shaped the lives of who died on that bridge.

i’m about to cry i am so proud of myself. I have turned my life around from failing barely being able to get to the next grade to constantly getting honor roll. good god i’m so happy.