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Letter 2 LA

You don’t need to know about my situation. Appreciate my art and let every word sink in. To be continued...


Your my rock

My stone

In this life

I can’t do it on my own

Writing to you back home

Since I can’t be there...

We fought, we argued, I left

I wasn’t at my best

My heart beating out my chest

But what’s next?

You humbled me

You’ve protected me

You’ve made me your safe space when you was feeling empty

I need your love all over me

I’m coming one day

Just a flight away 

Keep supporting 

Dont ignore it

I know how you feel

I’m keeping it real

And this is my letter to you


xoxoxo





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