Day 2 & 3: By today, I coughed and made the sound of a hundred people living inside of me but on the plus side, it was worse yesterday so yes, we will make it and it is only life’s most beautiful thing that I get to keep meeting wholesome individuals who are open to being vulnerable to a stranger. I don’t think it is ever easy to speak of big words such as acceptance, belonging and (or) attachment to someone who may or may not understand because these are conversations that can really make or break your spirit. So, thank you to the few who believe in me and in what I do.
By nature, I'm a confessional poet. My art does not and will not involve adding to your ego. I'm not there for that. I write about things we spoke about and things I gathered from that one word you repeated many times or the times you did not blink or the times your lips quivered or that one time your eyes teared up. I will not write about only the good parts of you so you leave loving yourself. But I will probably write about the things you find unpleasant about you because to let me see a glimpse of that is truly beautiful. I believe we are an amalgamation of the good, the bad and the ugly and some days, we got to hold all of it close. Please come to me for conversations, not to prove me wrong and I will write about you to my heart’s content.
