Before the Fall

"I have nothing important to say."

For a long time, that was what I believed. It was not just laziness, not even the lack of confidence that terrorizes other spaces of my life. For a long time, I wholeheartedly believed that I had nothing to offer through any of the nonsense I wrote. It is why I stopped writing poetry and songs and prose after I turned eighteen. It is most certainly why I had given up on this blog thing a few years ago.

But I'm back! 

Maybe it will be true that no one will read this blog of mine. Maybe my words will not touch anyone in any significant way.

And maybe I don't care about that. 

Because maybe I am writing for my own sake. Maybe this time, I am writing to save my own life. 

But of course, we'll have to wait and see! 

We always forgive the beautiful.

We always forgive the beautiful.

I've been thinking about this a lot. Not just in the context of standards of beauty, but rather just how much our physical appearance can dictate the way we are treated, the way we identify, even the very way in which we exist with other people.