It’s always the hardest thing for me to do. Explain myself to the world. To validate myself with the things I’m interested in. There was a time when everyone asked me who I wanted to be when I grew up. And I always said I want to do everything, please don’t make me choose just one. I can fathom the loneliness of feeling stuck in the basket you put all your eggs into. I thrive in the idea that life is not to be wasted or frivolously forget the wonderful things you have done. In my personal experience life is best when you aren’t so afraid of it. The things we eat taste better in the kitchens of grandmothers in distant lands. The lips we kiss taste sweeter, wine drenched on the streets of a saucy night out, the moonlight glistening on the shoulders of a beautiful woman. The soft smile of a man when he see her eyes meet his. I love passion and chaos, along with control and discipline.
The duality in me loves to be both a the hand and the cheek.
The friend you meet that sees you for who you really are without judgement.
When I get to know you then you will also know me.
We are to be.
