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Cello

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A cello

That weeps.

My heart,

The base.

That beats.

The tears form into

Notes

on the staff

Of my life.

They hear music

In the pain.

Crying has a rhythm.

It is a melody

Of happiness

Overcome by pain and sadness,

The gods clap for me.

I have not asked

To lead the orchestra,

I have not asked to compose

Any movements.

I am too still.

I don’t know how notes become a tune,

Perhaps it is the vicious cycle of my doom.

The bow, Fate,

Grating against the strings of my will

Wearing them away

Until

they break.

But a cello cannot play itself.

The masterpiece,

What is it?

I value not the legacy of it.

I seek nothing from fame.

Who are the hands

That play it?

Where is the audience

Who will feel it?

The cello awaits.

The bow grates.

It’s so sad,

It weeps so badly,

My heart is the base.

Hear me,

Hear me,

I am not loud,

It is the echo of my sob.

Do I exist?

Do I exist?

If I do,

I am so frightfully scared.

Love.

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I Was Going to be a Fashion Designer, So I Studied Political Theory in Grad School…

A couple of drawings of my design vision at 16… she got lost along the way and did ‘the right thing’, going to grad school…it feels funny looking back at them, but it feels good that I can still relate to that girl on some level.

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When I Can’t Find Words, I Try to Find the Meaning…

I started drawing and painting from a young age. Then, I learned to put sentences together. I learned to do it so well, I never shut up, a fact consecutively confirmed to my mother and father at parent teacher conferences.

Since I had to exercise restraint and refrain from opening my trap in class as much, I started to write.

The more I wrote, the more I dropped visually expressing myself.

But, occasionally (REALLY occasionally), I find myself speechless.

Okay.

That’s a lie.

I find myself quiet-er?

And I pick up charcoal or pastels.

I don’t title anything I draw or paint, which is weird since titles are big in writing…

If you have any suggestions for titles, would love to hear them… 😉