Pen in my Hand
Pen in my Hand. By: Shotty Mills The pen in my hand moved away from my grip. Gripping even tighter seemed to make me lose my mind. Metaphorically, my mind was tripping into other places. In this present place, I was utterly stopped for feeling for a moment. Every writer and music writer has that feeling, where you are locked into a present place. A place you can just never escape, in the blink of an eye. I never knew this until, I attempted to try to escape it. Every step, I took to escape my inner reality. The more that the reality, ravelled in my world. Now, I ask myself: would music be the soul to my soul to my flesh? To the majority of artists out there in the world. It’s known that music that music and language is universal amongst artists. Music is a connector interlocking broken souls. Broken souls that have the intention of puzzling the world back together. When music first came to me, I was just young in my English class. Believe or not, I had an astounding passion for poetry. And I knew one day, it would sprout into something spectacular. And that day the grip in my hand loosened when I let go of the strangling past. A strangling past that put me into any present moment. As I sit here early this morning on a Friday, I am contemplating my musical journey. I know that wherever it will take me, it will lead me to the pedestal of hip hop. But now that I have the grip of my pen. I will behold it and never let it go from my grip. Check out my music album Show and Tell on Spotify, iTunes and all other music platforms!
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