Gratitude

I’m a writer with a stifled voice. Indeed, there is no greater agony. Sometimes I think too much truth rocks the boat unfavorably. Always telling on people… Even if I’m silent. The light I bring bothers, and they bother me. I’ve been hidden for a long long time, you see? From all those ignorant people bothering me. I’ve never been a liar, though. And I despise it. Imagine yourself surrounded by hypocrites. Lying as a lifestyle. My mind did crack. And the whole Pandora’s box came flooding out, powerfully and swiftly. This time last year, I was quite literally fighting for my life. Just to have space to breathe.

4:12 pm 3/6/22