“I would just like to write about things honestly, no matter where I am on this path, no matter if I’ve jumped ten steps ahead, or have fallen twenty steps behind. I would like to write about things honestly, no matter who is listening, no matter if no one is listening, because this is the place where all of my inner worlds can come together. This is the place where I can understand myself best.
I would just like to write about things honestly, because this is where I can say the things I had to say over coffee, but couldn’t find the right words to express myself amidst all the noise and commotion. This is where I can come together, and recognize how my actions don’t always symbolize my intentions, or how when I run away, I don’t actually want to run away, but have to, and how that’s not just a subconscious, sorry excuse, but a complexity, a misunderstood truth of mine.
I would just like to communicate things honestly, even if no one is listening, even if no one cares, because it’s a way for me to understand myself and know who I am, so I can give who I really am to the ones who need it. Because we’re all needed, somewhere, aren’t we?
I would just like to communicate things honestly, even if it makes you love me a little less, even if it makes me incapable of being loved at all. I would just like to write about things honestly, because this is where I can come together, to not only understand myself, to not only know who I am so I can give it away, but to learn how to keep myself and love myself where the world cannot.” —210519, E.O.