A lot of the time when I'm writing on this page, I try to be as eloquent as possible, as romantic & poetic as I feel the words that live inside my heart or brain or both, are. Today is not one of those days but another kind of day. A word puke kind of day where I expel all the bits of me left inside rejected by decomposition. I am feeling. Do you hear me?
I am feeling things. The numbness inside of me has dissipated into a kind of buzz that makes me feel like I've interjected my hand straight into the heart of an airport massage chair. Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzzzzzz. I am feeling and I am glad.
You can't really explain your darkness to anyone but curious enough our light seems to all be derived from the same exact source how is that? I feel more connected by being transparent and vulnerable with my love with my life my light. Oh so call me dramatic, I AM DRAMATIC. Oh I talk about things most people feel irrelevant and yet it all feels connected.
Here I am talking bubbles because
I
Am
Feeling
I'm tired of apologizing to myself for how I am and what I am and who I can be.
I could try to fit in but the truth is, the transparency is....
Id rather be me.