Fragments.

While catching up with one of my closest friends Marvin Soriano , I had a chance to listen to one of his recent literary works.

Background Barrier

Getting up, getting out of bed, thoughts in my mind, unsure of what kind, slowly  getting dressed, dealing with the room they call a mess. Living a routine not fully grasping my existence. I go on throughout the day with no seems of where I am going, and how I am going about it. Nothing really inspirational, nothing overly sensational, no real reason to live my day to the fullest.

The interior of my room, posters masking my walls like  bandages over unexplained wounds and bruises. baseball caps, trucker hats, and beanies laying, cascading my drawers like they are hiding something.
As I lay in bed I not just wonder, but I ask myself. Who am I?

I’m living my life just to live it. Even though deep within me I feel I am missing something. Its not any material item like a mp3, a camera, a computer, a cell phone. Its not found in the genres of music I have let myself live through.
Singing along with Boy bands,
Isolating myself with emo,
Guitar heroing the air with rock
Mainstreaming with pop, hip-hop,
Slow jamz, r&b, and rap
Raving and dancing techtoniks with old school and euro trance and techno

I have eluded myself to believe this is what I need to find myself, but looking at my parents It Is Much Deeper Than That
Its something found within my parents I have seem to lack. Not like a zebra without it stripes or a
Giraffe without its neck, its something deeper, its more within.
Its like the golden gate bridge not even being gold, like the statue of liberty accounting for our freedom.

Its through something my parents have that I truly lack

I can’t locate it today in magazines or in the media, I can’t gain it through a vast amount of education. It seems My cultural influences demise was the american standard of individuality.
Sure I feel half complete knowing the teachins in school about being yourself  but I also feel half empty

Culturally unsatisfied in my inner soul. Definite in indecision lies my heart. Knowledge unspoken are stories untold. Without knowing your roots is not knowing yourself. It shows not through your skin, not through the clothes u wear, or the glasses you look through. It is actually found underlying it all. It goes deeper than that, it comes from within. There is no need to coverup what is so beautiful to be acknowledged.if you don’t know who you are, what’s the point in living. Know your roots, know your history, know your culture
Know yourself