Intimacy

I find that I'm heartbroken every time I perform an artistic piece I've been toiling with, especially a solo piece, because it means the death of it. I love them all intimately and with every new chance to perform, I find that, from experience, I can tell when I've fallen in love with it. If the exhibition occurs before I've gotten the chance to fall in love, then there is something amiss and I feel unfulfilled and unimmortal. When I get to the point at which I can say I am in love with you, dance! then I am ready to share it with the world, because I believe in what I am sharing. I'm giving the world a piece of myself, I'm sharing true love, I've transcended myself, and hopefully I'm awakening the desire for true love in others. Anything less, is brown bananas.


Emotional attachments give me depth. Intimacy warms my body.

As it turns out, all of those worldy anecdotes and aphorisms are true, but the people who say them usually have no clue what they mean and the people who know they're true feel strange vocalizing them because they are truly doing them no justice.

"If I've learned anything in my 21-or-so years, it's that 'singer-songwriter's can neither sing nor write a song, and that, by the same token, 'workout-buffs' are never fit. 'Workaholics' are usually lazy/unproductive, and 'creative writing' is often plagiarised."  -CM