Hold The Match

Confession time: I’ve had a secret blog for years. Buried in pagination lies words strung together from a part of me I barely knew existed.
So, over the years I’ve revisited this place time and time again, to create something I too barely understand. Sometimes, you don’t need to comprehend the words, you simply feel them and in return, they too, feel you.

 So, here I sit with a cup of coffee in hand listening to José Gonzalez questioning whether I’m sane posting this. You guys probably know that I find writing cathartic, it’s almost an extension of who I am and so, I feel like sharing this with you because it speaks to my soul and I hope it will share quiet words with yours too.

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 I’ll be honest, it feels bizarre reading those words displayed on this blog and not behind the facade of my ‘secret’ one. Placing a body of words naturally created from a place of creativity onto a public platform sparks fear and vulnerability in my heart, especially when I’m unsure of what my words even mean.
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 In a sense the theme here is based on freedom, while they aren’t about anyone in particular, they do speak volumes about the emotion of love. While I feel nervous and petrified that someone is actually reading this (i.e. you), it’s incredibly freeing simply because like true love, openly being yourself is raw, exhilarating and wonderfully unfettering.
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Finally, peel back the layers and as my good friend said earlier, feel the fear and do it anyway.

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