I’m here. And it’s been too long since I’ve posted.
I don’t want to forget myself or stop feeling my spice for life. If I’m angry, I’ll raise a fist. I can yell, hold a sign, or rage passionately. Fire is beautiful. I do not need to harm another, I hope to be fully alive, to remember beauty, and I will love and continue maturing in love.
Instead of the slow walk towards death, let’s be brave.