memoirs of a pianist.

This blog was founded by my teenager self. A young voice searching for answers, while swearing I had most of them. Offering my advice to both small and tall folk, even though I needed some myself.

I am approaching the age of 21, the age many have told me to be excited for. The alcohol, exhilarating time spent with friends, a moment to finally live. Nothing excites me more than the now, for it will not always be so. In fact, it may not even be so. A quest for wisdom has yielded more questions, a critically thinking mind, and a passion for peace.

Here, and only here, will you find any of my writings. Commenting on many issues both adolescent and now from adulthood. These are my stories, some fiction, some heartbreaking, all genuine and from the burly fibers of my mind. Thank you to everyone who's been a click away from not reading, but took the time to anyway.

Shrooms can show you many things, but all they showed me were a path way. Someone said, "Don't forget you're a writer first. This is my ode to anyone who's ever related. These pieces stem from dreams of suicide, and nights of freedom blowing my hair in the wind from a crazy drive, arguments with my conservative family and relationships that went...well like most relationships.

RELATE. That's all I care about. If you can't relate to any emotion, if my writing insights nothing within your soul, I've got to try harder.

4 years old this here blog. Thank you.

I am currently going through my old journals, fishing for fiction! I'll be coming at you very soon with some stories.


Cheers


Rosa