this city can breathe again.

i've depended on my passion for other people to try and fill a void within myself.
i make mo excuses for the way i am. the things that i am scared of. the things that i want. the love that i need. the art that i create.

i've held back because you held me back.
i am a writer. i document shapes and colors. i document patterns and lovers. i document bodies and touches. i document. i document. i document. i document.

i am a document.

i am not intimidating. i am not oppressive to anyone. except myself. did you know that i used to travel. i used to create.

i am not intimidating. i am not beautiful. unless you read my documents.
why would i ever expect you to know me unless i am writing.
why would i ever expect you to love me unless i am writing.


i know that i taught you something. you taught me a lot of things. i swallow. i swallow. i swallow.
this is not a competition. my brow furrows because of fear not because you are disliked.

i am 27. i am alive. i am capable. i will steal you books.
its is over and yet it begins.



you forgot my story.
i remember.
now.