If a person is not ready to speak, then there is no need to speak. If a person is not ready to share, then there is no need to share.
My life decisions and consequences over the past two years have made me ready for both the first and second.
In the beginning was the word. Then, the word became the text. Now, the text became the song.
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When I was alone with myself as much as I had never before, it was the pursuit of art, that allowed me to go through this very difficult period in my life. Few of the plans came to light — but I was creating in my thoughts constantly. I rarely shared my work — but shared what was needed at the moment. The changes inside me reflected on me externally too — but in the beginning was a word. — Ask questions, if you want to know more about the photograph or the song — and I will answer the most interesting of them. — Wavn Dorokhin – In The Beginning Was The Word (Song): https://en.vavndorokhin.com/blog/2020/07/15/vavn_dorokhin_-_in_the_beginning_was_the_word/
In the beginning was the word
I wrote to myself — the amount of pain, had no exits left.
The word formed two, these two then formed four —
Then, my life on paper became the main work.
Shot the moment —
I could shoot myself but saved the photos.
¿From a shy bullied kid facing price of becoming real to a bold teen —
Remember, how it feels?
I feel beat of my heart,
Was extra nervous — closed eyes.
From the first songs I was singing in crowds
To the first stories I’ve been sharing live.
¿You are asking me, how I am, but if I ask you, how would you feel?
¿When you did the best, but people used you then?
¿When you try to find, what you’ve done wrong for them?
¿When you start to live in place you are foreign everywhere?
¿When you put aside your dreams, do not live but just exist?
I remember my main pain then:
They stabbed my soul, its killed, I’m weak, I think I won’t go through this —
But I breath.
My soul is alive — will remain so, be it stabbed a thousand times,
‘Cause I know, they know — I haven’t lied in a single word from the story of my life.
Everything came back — regret in time has come to them;
It didn’t come to me, and I’ll be fine.
In the beginning was the word —
And I’ve kept it.