April 30, 2019

When I quit my six-figure job for this dream, they congratulated me with questions of why? When I told people about my life after suicide, many people spoke as if that was a life I still couldn’t confide.

Few actually understood me, but that was 10 years ago. Respect my journey. I’ve got plans for many to grow and yearning.

2018 I became a poet. Now I can dream about flying out to Santorini; to the childhood boy I owe it.

My story starts here. Fighting a daily fear. But fear is a choice, like my many failures, perspective is held in the void. You decide. Life is for you to confide. Start whenever you choose and thrive.

I fly best on Tuesdays. I think it’s those closest to me who questioned my life choosings. But when the voice appreciates, the quiet ones decide to hate. Because failure be their levy. But because we work hard on Tuesdays, failure is the aiming.

We fight today what confronts us tomorrow. Some look, thus forever in sorrow. I’m from Portland, Oregon; we’ve made it a habit to bust ass and trail blaze. I was confused about race. But only in a certain space. Fighting the everlasting write, what’s the name? Abundance is in everyone’s name. Just aim to fight for the city you claim.

As failure prompts their speech, we too watch. Never react and you will succeed.


Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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