I thought I should honor the mental health awareness month by writing a piece about it. First of all, most of my post are in the neighborhood of psycho which means this piece really won’t be set so far apart from the rest. Secondly, it’s almost end of July and mental health awareness month was in May so let’s just address postponement as a mental illness. Sorry.
The thing about art is you can’t fake it, it takes you to a real place. Sometimes reality can be daunting and you can’t help but feel drawn to anywhere but wherever you are. But caged birds don’t fly. To create anything, you need to navigate through this turbulent, murky waters. Like an adventure, only that in here hell is frozen and it echoes like a cathedral from the colossal desolation.
Some days we go ice-skating with demons we are yet to be acquainted with and on other days we lose our foot and fall. Hitting the ground with the realization that rock bottom has a basement. Too dark? Well, buckle up, it might be a bumpy ride. Consider this a mental spring cleaning, and as so our hands might get dirty. Just don’t go lurking deep in the closet.
Pick up the feather duster, the heart has been beating too low, it’s dusty.
Air out the vents, all this saltiness is making you rusty
I can hardly breathe darling, I can’t breathe.
Paintings on the wall are starting to come alive, the bloodiness fades…
Let in a little natural light, light kills the darkness, and because you feel like a badass in dark shades.
Bottles of brown liquor, had you thinking you like her. Never been happier that it’s trash day.
This is unapologetically not rosy. Reality is, it’s not the morning of Sunday…
Regardless we get to live through ourselves and that is art. Don’t forget to remember reality but of more importance, remember real G’s move in silence like lasagna.
Have an attitude and believe in love but of more importance, hydrate ’cause we’ll be going in again.