
Bruce Lee and Me 👯♂️♂️
I’d reach over to the desk next to my bed and pull out a rig.
Every morning. Before my eyes were all the way open, before my dreams began to fade, my body would start to crave…
Continue reading Bruce Lee and Me 👯♂️♂️
I’d reach over to the desk next to my bed and pull out a rig.
Every morning. Before my eyes were all the way open, before my dreams began to fade, my body would start to crave…
Continue reading Bruce Lee and Me 👯♂️♂️
I love rap music. Like, the introspective flow.
J. Cole, Outkast, & Kid Cudi especially.
I want to make rap music of my own, but I’m scared.
I think I sound stupid… Continue reading Next Up “Resistance”
During a state of psychosis, I tried to be a rapper.
I believed it was my life’s purpose, I believed it was my destiny…I believed I had been bestowed with the gift of flow and my duty, nay, my entire reason for existence, was to record an EP, become a rock star, and change the world.
I had never even performed on stage… Continue reading Let it Flow
It wasn’t long ago that I felt isolated within my mind, alone in a state of emotional debilitation that spilled waves of doubt upon my spirit… Lost in a plague of confusion as I struggled to make sense of why I felt different from everyone around me. Adrift in an ideology, a way of perceiving reality that (I felt) couldn’t be understood among my friends or family… I’m losing myself. I’m trying to write instead of just letting it flow. I’m writing instead of just thinking on screen… The fact is, for a good length of time, I felt like … Continue reading When Dreams Create Reality
Written by: Charlene Cannon
One of the most interesting things I have found about life is observation. Working at a coffee shop five days a week, I’ve come to really enjoy it.
Sometimes.
When I tell someone my story of why I have stopped smoking (cigarettes and/or weed) the listeners reaction is one of the following:
A.) Awkward head nod: “Good for you.” The End.
B.) Their eyes light up: “Wow! I’m so proud of you Char!”
C.) Sarcastic laugh: “Well that sucks.”
D.) Smile and complete understanding: “That’s awesome girl.”
I wish I could say that it doesn’t affect me, that I’m just proud of myself and want people to know of my accomplishment, but that’s not true.
Because in all honesty, I think about picking up a cigarette and smoking a bowl every single day. Continue reading “Reality Check”