July 18, 2022

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Hi you, 

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I see you found my "website." What a time. Thanks for visiting, thanks for taking time with my music and my art. Thanks for coming into my world. 

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I don't really know what the point to any of this is. I realize I'm driven by my art. I'm not really that great with human interactions. You would think I am, because I come off as extroverted. But.. I don't know it's such a struggle. I can't tell who to trust, I don't understand love, I really only understand myself. I spend so much time alone pondering and sometimes people say I overthink. I don't care. 

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I think about the past and future too much. I am obsessed with my dreams and they literally guide me to do everything I do. I ask my dreams for guidance everyday. I think I'm too dramatic. I don't know if I've ever understood anyone and I don't know if anyone has ever understood me. 

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I don't want to live in LA and be a part of the "music industry." I just want to make my own weird art and do my own weird shows and be on my own and not have to depend on anyone else. I really don't like people who are fake. I know it comes from a place of insecurity but I want to be a beacon of truth and love. 

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It's so hard to exist! It's so hard to be a human trying to be alive. I feel for everyone. Sometimes I see a person riding their bike down a street and I want to cry for them. They are trying like me. We are all trying. 

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I'm basically writing music about all this. It's all an attempt to understand. Camus said art is philosophy with no conclusions. I agree. I would never want to be naive enough to think that I have an answer. Any answer I have ever nailed down has changed over time. The only truth is that everything changes! 

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Sometimes I want to become a nun or devote myself to a spiritual existence. To be honest, I am kind of already doing that. Like I said, my focus is on my self and my dreams. 

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So.. thanks for getting to this point. Thanks again for taking time with my music. It means a lot. 

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xox 

Elizabeth Nistico