Posters in my Room
I hang posters in my room growing up.. I collect cd’s in a booklet that lays on my dash as a high schooler.. I collect hats that mean a lot to me.. also on the dash in highschool….they represent me. They rep Zack
Those posters in my room.. maybe it’s a band I love… I adore the face of the singer(not idolize) but more of an appreciative thing.. for the singer who provided me music that helped me through whatever it was..and continues to help me through life..… most people I ever interact with will never see the inside of my room/living space.. they will never hear the music that plays on the radio in my vehicle.. or what picture I have sitting in the speedometer. Part of me hopes someone will walk in that room and understand exactly why that person is on my wall… or even if they don’t… they want to know why that poster means what it does to me.. to understand me better. I don’t think this is selfish thinking.
So yes… those things represent me.. they make Zack proud.. they make me feel better.. I sleep better surrounded by things that make me feel… loved… don’t you!!? they are my interests.. they are things I discovered in this world that make Zack feel good.. they are things that Zack resonates with.. they are uniquely the important findings of this world… that I have embraced.. and there are a million things to embrace.. but these are uniquely mine….but part of Zack wants you to know that… what you are seeing or hearing.. is what makes Zack feel better. Zack is an individual. Zack is imperfect.. Zack is special in his own way. Even if you don t experience those things I placed into the world for you to see… they still help Zack. They are equal parts for Zack.. and for others to understand Zack.
As I’ve come face to face with death. Morbid.. idc. It’s true. Fuck. Pause.
Unpause
I believe the things I put out there in pictures or writing.. or in words to others.. are authentic.. there is no holding back. Genuine. No hidden agendas.
At this stage..
I really don’t see another option than being just.. unapologetically myself…
I am confident in who I am. I am creative… and I don’t care how much it seems that I romanticize this life.. this life is romantic… it’s a great lens to look through if you’ve never tried it btw.
I know I am not alone in any of this rhetoric. But I am Zack…and I am different than you. And you are different than me. And I love you.. for you.. and I do hope you love me.. for me.
I’ve left out many things but I try to write everything in one fell swoooooop. So we.. including me… get what we get. I think it’s fun.. and very.. very.. real this way. Much love
