I dug into the real life past to learn details not meant for me, but to help me clear loose ends and events. Some things had me hanging by my own neck, but aware that I untied myself from a wall holding me by my bones. I thought that I was climbing over people smaller than me, but wholesomely, they were in spirit hoisting me and keeping me balanced. Even now, I can be calm and collected towards things important to me.
People in those moments lit me up with fireflies, so I would not look back and see the horrible figure that invades my struggles in life. That Thing that tries to tackle me with the thrilling threats of afterlife. I don’t want it haunting me, so I got to continue pushing back until I can climb far enough to be whole and gay.
__________________________________________________________________ “Past roots, become a sturdy stalk for others to use. I want to flourish unseen so that those who find the branches will know what to do in order to hang on, to learn from older rings chopped down someday.” ___________________________________________________________________