Four.

You probably think you know yourself better than anyone else. You don't. People are always caught up thinking that they know their actions, their patterns, their reactions better than someone looking from the outside. Yo, the fly on the wall always has the best perspective. So next time someone close to you tells you how you may react in a situation, take it into account. Because if you end up thinking you know yourself too well to do what they're suggesting...maybe you're just looking at it from the wrong angle.

peace.
nia.

Three.

What color is love? Some say purple...Think about the thing you want most. Think about whether it's attainable, whether you're worthy of actually attaining it. Once you have that ONE thing, don't let it go. Don't let your own doubts stop you. If you've picked the right thing, then nothing should interfere with it. Sit back, watch the pieces align. I guess that makes volume three. Boom. Peace.

Two.

Everything is dependent on time. how much time you spend doing this, focused on that, how much time you spend looking for, being with, or missing someone. For me, how much time I spend waiting. The last 6 months have been some of the most hectic, random, emotional months ever. But some of the illest. It's like...no matter what you're spending your time doing, it's vital. Don't underestimate the time you're given. Most importantly, don't disregard the time people offer you. For someone to hand you their time, is beautiful. As trivial as you think that may be. Peace.

One.

It's commo​n to be confu​sed.​ to have tons of thoug​hts cloud​ing your judge​ment.​ It's commo​n to not know what to do and to want to just push every​thing​ away and give up. But I think​ of it like this,​ if you'​re under​ water​,​ and every​thing​ is pitch​ black​ aroun​d you, you could​ go any way. I mean in theor​y you don'​t know which​ way is up. You can go any way you want but you NEED to go up. Unles​s you wanna​.​.​.​you know.​.​.​
It's okay to not know what to do and to quest​ion every​thing​.​ But when you don'​t know what decis​ion is the right​ one to make,​ focus​ on what you actua​lly know.​ Focus​ on thing​s you'​re sure of, const​ants.​ love is a const​ant.​ It's the const​ants in your life that are going​ to lead you to the surfa​ce,​ even if you aren'​t compl​etely​ sure of which​ way is up.
I hope the peopl​e that neede​d to hear that are the peopl​e that read it...Peace.

ps. Look at the clouds, they made me think of you. Yes, you.

Intro.

I think my reasoning behind starting this has two parts.
1. They started as myspace bulletins, and I got a message that said "Nia, start a blog." Ok, check.
2. I love graffiti. I've never read anything that explained that love better than this:

"If you've ever walked down the street, seen a name and wondered what that marking meant, I'll tell you: It means somebody is telling you a story about who they are and what they are prepared to do to make you aware of it. Every time a name is written, a story gets told. It's a short story: 'I was here.' Who is telling it and where they are telling is will determine how the story ends. Some stories will be adventures, some tragedies and some courtroom depositions. But every single one has a star, a stage, and an audience, and that's all the growing youth needs to have fun.

Graffiti is about thirty years old give or take a year. It's impossible to pinpoint because in spite of its detractors' fury, spray paint is hardly a permanent medium. Thanks to a dedicated sun, most graffiti fades over time. What the sun misses, a vigilant brush gets, so graffiti lives on in only two ways; the photo and the story. Both of these methods, are, in their own way, imperfect. That's what makes the story of this expression so difficult to tell, and so compelling to hear. Photos are typically snapped, developed, divided up and traded with others. What remains is stored in a shoe box. It seems every writer has one, and they all have a complete disregard for organization. Graffiti is about doing it, being it and getting it. Proper documentation has, until recently, been the furthest thing from the writers' minds. And ironically, the most dedicated activists of the expression are not even writers. So true graffiti lives in the moment, and while every mark a writer makes  will probably get buffed or fall into the hands of someone who's missing a lot of the details, at least we've got the stories.

Stories are the most permanent medium for storing and sharing the graffiti experience. While photos are hidden and only brought out to show a few intimates, stories are readily exchanged, embroidered upon, and passed on again. The real story of graffiti is necessarily an oral history. Good stories go across the world in minutes and last forever. It's not just the writers, it's the cops and the anti-graffiti activists too. Everybody loves to tell you a good graffiti storyThe story gets darker and more visible with each retelling and it can't be painted over. 

No one person better illustrated this than KAP. He was a Philadelphia writer who constructed his own myth. He called himself, 'the Bicentennial Kid,' and in 1976 set out a course to ensure his name would be remembered. He wrote on everything, but it was a print on the Liberty Bell two weeks before the big Fourth of July celebration that ensured his immortality. Mayor Rizzo personally offered to break his fingers, which, as any Philly writer will tell you, was a gold-medal moment. KAP died of leukemia in November of that year. But then he's still here isn't he?

This book is for everyone with a good story. This book is for the ones that I didn't get to tell. This book is for the ones with no story of they're own yet. I hope everyone gets heard, word."

- Stephen Powers, author (and writer) of The Art of Getting Over

So...I guess I'll just see where this blog goes. You'll find out when I do.... Hahaha

PEACE.