my parents raised me in a religion that taught good nor bad deeds were ours alone. they seemed to not take much accountability, which i discovered was a symptom among many people, especially the ones in charge. nothing was done for the good of anyone but themselves, and empathy was useless.

but i am no longer afraid to fly. even if i plummet and nobody catches me, i will enjoy the breeze on the way down. so many people are suppressed in bigger ways, i owe it to them to speak up and stand for something, too many people stand against things. so here i am, singing my way through suicide.

i, however, do care. i do feel. and i struggled to accept their ideology. when i confessed this to them, they told me that, in their eyes, i was not their son. that statement led to years of isolation and distrust in everyone, and i turned off to everyone. i instead spoke to the microphone, and poured into song.

so here it is. what i have been working towards for what seems like a life time. i have created, and no one around me wants to listen. they never did. i always thought i had nothing to say, but that’s simply not true. i was just not with my people yet. i have been stuck in my nest for so long i have been afraid to fly.

i’m josh, a twenty one year old musician from middleton, a town in treeline. creatives are looked down on here, so i’m trying to find my people elsewhere. i have done what i have hated my whole life, and held beliefs i did not understand. creating is how i heal and communicate with others and myself.