Frustration ruffles my feathers because my soul is tethered to a creative energy seeking to be released. I haven't quite found the proper medium to express it yet.. blogging and clothing are a start. Im constantly working, searching, discovering how to properly introduce my voice to the world. I don't want to be put in a box. Typecast as that guy. Not much of a rapper, or baller (anymore). Am I a designer? an artist? Im just Dawaun, a creative soul, seeking independence at its optimum level.
Jack of many trades, but master of none. Once I focus and channel this energy, I will be sure to strike while the iron is hot. I'd rather measure ten times to make one cut. I'm not going to blow my shot, and I did not come this far to fall, or give up now.
The journey continues..