Barenaked.

I choked back my tears while singing to a friend and I could barely get to the chorus. I think we all can relate to this.. When words fail, music speaks right?

It's just so sad.. not because it's over a song by Miley Cyrus(!!!), but the fact that I had this dream for as long as I could remember. A dream that only a young child who uses her remote control as a microphone would understand. There is a little desperation in this hopeful heart, but only with amplified elegance. In my head, I have all these ideas. When I first learned how to berjinak-jinak with the guitar, my love for singing and songwriting all came together as a whole. Baby steps, I guess.. baby steps. Reaching for something in a distance, so close I could almost taste it.. But I also know that either way, ousted or in, you can't put a price on real talent. And that's a fact.


Tell yourself that no one can buy your drive.. no one.

Keep moving
Keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby..