This is where the left over energy ends up. It’s the emotion too strong not to feel, the thoughts that linger at the end of the day, the unsaid words. It’s relationships, love, awkward moments, beautiful moments, moments we don’t want to forget, moments we maybe wish we could forget but don’t, the things that make us human. Whether we like it or not, it’s there for all of us. The fear, the hope, the uncertainty, the dreams, the goals, the masks we put on in different moments, the things that keep us up at night.
What You’ll Find Here
A compilation of poems, ballads and stories kept far too long in the notes section of my Mac book. Kept even longer in my heart. Finally ready to share. This is for you. For the girl who loves so hard it feels like her heart might burst. For the boy who could never keep his promises and left a heart or two vacant. For anyone who knows what it’s like to go to war with their demons at night. For the ones with hearts that feel too much and brains that think too much. For the ones that have been to hell and came back with more to give. These stories are for you. Because when I was in my hell, I wouldn’t have made it out without the stories of those willing to relate. Willing to share their darkness. Willing to shed their light.
I started writing when I got my heart broken for the first time. And I don’t mean my first breakup, I mean my first true heart ache. The first time I fell in love and had my dream for our future ripped out of my hands. I started writing for my own hearts’ therapy. And I’m still learning how to write in my moments of bliss. Sometimes I carry around feelings too heavy to express and the only way I know how to put them down is through art. I write, I paint, I sing, I dance. The former two when my heart is heavy, the later when it’s full. In the content of this blog you will find my hearts’ heaviness. And I hope you will also see its’ light. I’m going to try my best to share with you all the good that comes with the bad as soon as I learn how. For now, as you sift through the words that have been born of my past, remember that you’re stepping into a piece of my heart. I’m sharing it with you in hopes that you will hold it carefully, without judgement, with love. And that’s how I want to welcome you here too, these words are for you. From my heart, to yours, without judgement, and with love.