the first one.

Sometimes I take a look at some of the things I've written in the past and get severely sad for myself. Or I get embarrassed; I cringe. Sometimes I laugh and think 'yeah I'm funny as fuck.' Other times I am truly awed at my genius. Regardless of the quality or the content, the point of it is, always has been, always will be for me to put myself into reality.

I float in space most of the time and writing is my anchor. It's my life jacket when I'm drowning. It is where I can see who I am without the rest of the world telling me who I should be. I can be weird or dirty or cringe or sad. I can clear out my thoughts and have them mean absolutely nothing or mean everything. It's how I can tell that boy I love him without him knowing or how I can talk to a god I'm not sure exists.

This is my space for my thoughts. This is where I show myself to no one or maybe everyone. This is imperfection and sometimes bad grammar. This is for when I'm lost or when I think I'm found. This is for secrets and maybe even lies. This is Untitled.

February 1, 2023 12:42 am.