#oscar buzz

People try to understand why I behave the way that I do, but no one captures who I truly am because I contain multitudes of personas inside of me. A neighborhood bully, who abandoned his roots when it came to grasping onto fame. A false prophet, who preaches about social changes, but sits back and does nothing. A lover, who somewhere along the way gets lost and places beautiful connections in jeopardy. It’s a sentimental journey as people try to cast labels upon me as if they sincerely know what happens behind the closed doors of my mind.

That’s where he comes in: the man in the long black coat. Mysterious, talented, and oozing charisma. His boots of Spanish leather stomping on the stage as he breaks tradition and sings from the heart. He tells me he’s a fan of my writing, and I reciprocate the sentiment. More importantly, he makes me feel like I’m not a jokerman, who is simply living to please the masses rather than try to stay true to himself.

His words help me realize that it’s not dark yet. This is only the beginning of the story, and it is still being written. I’ve always relied on a pen and an instrument to sift through complicated emotions. Why try to change me now? I just want him to know how grateful I am for his camaraderie. A tempest is brewing all around me, and it’s a narrow way out.  Fame is a bizarre concept, and perhaps I’ll spend my entire life trying to understand it. Although I may not follow in his footsteps and walk the line, his encouragement is enough to help me figure it out.