I am going to write again. I am going to fill this space with every word I can ever, ever write about.
I will write even if nobody’s reading.
I will write about the fetal things and the colossal ones. I will write about the weather, about my socks, about my father’s bravado, about that boy who started the fire, about the other boy whom I wanted to save from the fire, and about how they have both set me alight.
I will write because this is my memento. More so, my manifesto.
I will change for the better now. I will make things happen. I will try to the best of my ability to help the people who need me the most.
I will always merit and seek divine help.
I will always hunger for knowledge. And will nourish myself by learning more each day.
I will always be passionate. I will always want and want and want. And love and love and love and love. Entirely and faultlessly. I will take no shame in loving and getting hurt all the same.
Lastly and most essentially,
I will always rock the boat, and will never ever let the boat rock me.