This is a part of a personal project to express and record my emotions. This piece is my humble attempt to translate the deep quiet well of rage at life I had as a teenager. One day without notice I was moved to Compton with a parent I didn't really know and a world I didn't understand. What eventually followed were nights of having my sleep violently interrupted by a mostly absent parent in the middle of drug fueled paraniod delusions. Trama gave space to a jet black sea of sadness; one I couldn't escape from for nearly two years. One day the sadness lit and fueled a quiet inferno; indignant to my circumstances. A boon in the wilderness of depression. It called me to action. To be the driving force in my destiny. Any obstacle was laid between me and my joy would be cut by by my tenacity, and resilience. I am alive today because of that rage. I laid that anger of that pain to rest many moons ago, but the lessons of power it imbued it wrote on my heart live with me always. In this season of grief I had to reconnect to those feelings to remember those lesson of action and why they are important to me.