I am a Writer

I'm a writer, I'm a writer,

I'm silent revolutionary revelation fighter. 

I'm my roots, and my chains, 

I am everything the past as asked of me but nothing my future has seen before. 

I'm a miracle, blessed with an insight of a world so destined for greatness, 

but so intent on mediocrity. 

I'm going to keep begging you for change, 

until the final day of my death, 

when I breathe my last breath. 

I'm a writer, I'm a writer.

A big part of me, has told myself that maybe I shouldn't write as often because it might numb down my expression if there's too much of it. But then I again I also understand that my expression, which I'm throwing in your face essentially, has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. 

As I lay here, having slept all day and now am lying in the darkness of my room, I find myself not missing anything but a woman. A woman that too has been put on this earth, and a woman so greatly and beautifully created, I sometimes have to stop and just think wow. Someone who makes me question my own ability, and thinks more of my art then I ever could. 

I am intent on surrounding myself with souls older in this world, who feel more than others do when they've been told to shut up, because they have so much more meaning to add to the madness. I love the people who have surrounded me and molded me, who walk with me on this immense and absolutely beautiful journey. As I watched them find themselves, in their own hearts, in their art and in their passion, I rediscovered my own longing for contentment and peace in who I was.

The people you surround yourself with, defines you. That's what your mum always said, well it is what my mum always did. I don't argue that, and I am okay with the fact that my mother will never see the people I surround myself with as the absolutely beautiful and shatteringly inspirational people that they are. I did choose to have them in my life. They do define me. Those conversations in my room, with joints, cheap rose and too many cigarettes are moments in my life I look back on and thank God for the enlightenment He has blessed my life with. They have taught me how to say the words, my heart had already been crying out but I had never been able to write down. They have taught me the freedom in fighting, and writing every inch of your soul in a language that others may be able to understand. 

So thank you, to all those who have guided me, those who have inspired and awed me as they sat there telling me their stories, their journey and their hearts. We are the generation of irrationally rational and infinitely fumbling, but majestically made creatures, and I could not have asked for more in my life.