my writing tends to come from a place of pain.
it’s relatable because many of us struggle with the same things.
being a black gay male isn’t easy in this hateful society.
my creative expression comes from:
“i think i’m a high functioning depressed person…”
at the time when one of my foxholers told me that,
i was in the middle of a “moment”. you know how they say males only have “moments”?
a few weeks ago.
that was around that time the foxholer hit me with it.
it resonatedwith me,
but i thought i was commanding this “new day; new me” shit,
so i was in a “happy” state.
well i have to agree with my foxholer because…
so you know after the smoke clears,
after all your destruction of the bridges you burned,
you are simply left with just you.
it’s a hard pill to swallow when the forests ain’t fuckin with you no more. well azealia banks, who has been pretty much banished, is feeling the repercussions of her past decisions.
she got on her facebook and fonted this.. Continue reading “Azealia Banks May Need You To Pray For Her”
i wrote something yesterday, not out of a place of sadness, but looking out from where i am right now. it felt good to let it off my chest.
i was actually at a peaceful place when i wrote it. tiredaf,
but at peace.
that is the scary part because i was in a zone of no fucks.
i didn’t crywhen i really write something emotional.
i was good.
i just wanted to release. that i did… Continue reading “You Answered My Cries In The Dark Forest”