I realized I am not here to make people feel comfortable.
Losing her tore my heart apart, but here I am.
Theres nothing left for me to be afraid of anymore.
I clench my teeth and I go on.
I am really upfront.
I dont understand why people waste so much time not actually saying what they want to say.
We beat around the bushes like this is an art.
Aint nobody got time for that.
I am here to debate, to ask, to be curious.
God&Man
I am argumentative and that is not going to change.
I place responsibility within myself.
Her passing away opened me up to the world in a way I couldnt have predicted.
I exist to make it better.
I became an activist in an attempt to change it.
My tolerance to bullshit has reached a historical low.
I doze off to other worlds in a matter of seconds when people start bullshitting.
If I need it, Ill just turn on the TV and watch some politician blabber.
Walking away from pain, I walked in on myself.
I know who I am.
It comes with a great deal of torment: do I really not like Rihanna?
Am I not really a morning person?
Knowing who you really are is soothing.
I stumbled upon my spirituality.
I learnt how to walk the thin line between holding on and letting go.
To what really matters, to what makes me happy.
I discovered the endless possibilities of listening.
To other people talk, to birds chirping, to music, to stars glowing.
Listening, really, really listening takes you places.
I understood love works evenin absentia.
Theres plenty of room in my heart to make up for the distance between us.
