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Ode to Twenty-Seven

February 19, 2023 denotes my twenty-seventh revolution around Earth's brightest star. 

I woke up in a melancholy mood, wallowing in my own self pity instead of appreciating taken-for-granted blessings. Frankly, I'm afraid - my dreams seem to be succumbing to father time. I've been trapped inside of these four walls for a decade, feebly attempting to create timeless compositions, whether that be sonically or by pen. I acknowledge the rarity of life, I understand how precious tomorrow is but for some god-foresaken reason, I'm having trouble creating. Working on a piece has become as torturous as waterboarding, but every moment wasted generates a greater fear of becoming a failure. Nothing is promised except for the present, neglecting to seize the moment is dead. 

February 19, 2023 denotes my soul's creative revival. 

This day represents becoming older than my idols and friends who've transcended onto a superior existence, I'll continuously create in their image and likeness. Lord willing, when my time has come, art will be inspired by the art I dedicated my life to.

I'm terrified of becoming "wasted talent", if departure from Earth is mandatory -

I vow to, one day, leave the world with a masterpiece, as long as YOU promise to commemorate my name.

- 1k Watts