Chapter Fifteen: the emancipation of a generation

I turned 18 recently , finally legal, and already life tastes a little sweeter, but it doesnt completely lack the bite of bitter events, one of which is soon i will be thrown out into the world all on my own and im just starting to tap into a higher more mature part of my artistic soul. But its seeming as though either its happening to slow, or im going to have more than i bargained for as far as struggling to achieve my dreams goes. But as they say luck favors the drunk and the foolish and i find myself often being both. the truth is i know a lot, but i dont know everything and lately the stress has caused me to not be able to articulate what im trying to say into word and poetry as is usual. and just when i started to get into making my music, but none the less i shall eventually get back to that purity its just a matter of time, ie learned if i take a few poems that are about the same subject and take whats most powerful from each and add in the little bits of lines and rythms that will make them connect cohesively it makes for the best music the most honest and undilluted and focused music. which is good because lately writting my song lyrics ive found myself becoming add. maybe its a sign that either i need to revisit my older works and expand improve and polish, or work on my script writting again, the creative juices are flowing but the stress is taking its toll, perhaps i will do both who knows, all i know is im accquiring the skills to survive on my own , and im going to find a way to survive but for the first time in my life i feel completely confident that i can be independant and for the first time in a long time it seems like the only dillema ( aside from lack of a partner) is that i have to coose what road to travel down first, graduation is coming up fast, after that im on my own, provided i can find a job and support myself im going to be allright and im going to be able to focus solely on my art while i make ends meet and live life and experience everything i can the future is bulletproof the aftermath is secondary. and i have a hollowpoint smile just waiting to detonate