A couple of my writings. (The ones I feel encouraged enough to share)
1 Treasure
How much ache should I go through in order to get over the overwhelming burden of empty crypts in this heart of mine?
How many times must I look away from the mirror before I finally learn to despise the idea of insecurities?
How long until it’s enough or the right age to stop apologizing for who I am, to unlearn everything I’ve ever known about myself?
How much further must I walk with my open wounds to know a door where I find myself welcoming me in open arms?
Is this bloodshed enough? Is the sweat pungent enough?
The answer, my friend, is probably not blowing in the wind. I’m probably chasing after an El-Dorado and I keep running back to me.