A love letter to Writing
I don’t know who leads who — does my writing inform me, or do I inform my writing?
Sometimes when I read my blogs, I’m enlightened by the content as if I’m learning something new.
It’s as if those thoughts didn’t come from within me; contrary, they are coming to me with newness so unfamiliar.
Sometimes even when I reread it instantly, I still can’t recognize myself between the words.
If you love me, be kind to me even when you’re mad.
Anyone can show love when they’re at their best, that’s why they warn us about making promises when we’re happy.
It’s how we fight that says a lot about us.
If you love me, reflect: could you have said that without all the deaths you caused? A part of me dies every time we fight..
A world where fighting brings you closer instead of skinning our hearts.
If you love me, be kind to me even when you’re mad at me.