short story.
this black soul spills out on to white pages and:
love leaves it's mark and pain splatters and stains.
this black soul spills out on to white pages and:
love leaves it's mark and pain splatters and stains.
i've lived the majority of my life here. and if it's taught me something, it's that it's better to be alone with your self, than it is to be alone with company,
personal growth has me outgrowing relationships.....
left and right, i go front and they tend to stay behind.
relationships of all dynamics.
some people don't change, and some people change too much.
some days that weights on me; but still, i continue to bust at my seams....
-forgive me for leaving you behind, i always tend to get so ahead of myself.... which i've learned, is not a bad thing, in its entirety. some where along the way i started clinging on to moments more than i did to humans. and i'm ok with it. because at the end, when it's me, by myself, all alone at last that might be the only thing that i'll be; a collection of moments: the direct effect of all the people, situations, circumstances, scenarios, that i inputted energy into and got an output back. and it stored, to be accessed later. the end.
the tip of your fingers trace their way down my spine and i feel you feel my essence.
there's this feeling of familiarity that lingers always somewhere between us.
i have memorized the symmetry of your face and i have came to accept that your body language is my favorite tongue.
your eyes stare deep into mine and in their glare i can see my reflection, and i'm in love with that woman: the woman that i've become directly and indirectly by your side.
your love moves me. it holds me. it's changed me.
in those moments when you hold me and we lay chest to chest rejoicing in the victory of our defeat- succumbed to our most inner and deepest desires, man to woman/ woman to man, i swear the earth stops there.
i'm in sync with you and in touch with myself.
i feel you at my fingertips and within all its realism i feel surreal. but ive never felt more humane.
your extraterrestrial familiarity.
your familiar face is my familiar place.
could it be that in this time and space you are my person, my kindred spirit, my soul mate.
energy doesnt lie.
-connection established.
it took me twenty three years to undo the conditioning that the society i was exposed to imposed on me. all the things we are conditioned to be sorry for. and I will live the rest of my years, unapologetically.
-i am not sorry.