I don’t think I ever imagined a day would come when we’d be apart for so long. I can hear your voice, but every day it feels a lot fainter. There’s no hiding that you are screaming my name and some part of me is screaming for you too. Things have gotten busy. I’ve wrapped myself in the comforting consistency of the mundane. Where hearts don’t break because hearts don’t hope. Where it is safe and a lot kinder than hoping you’d finally become something.
Yet, every single word I type on this blank space feels like life…like blood following through my veins.
A resurgence.
Our break up has been good.
At this point, I’m far too removed and indifferent to pawn you out again. The world gave me pennies for your worth and I believed them. I will not even take gold for you now. You are not for sale. Your worth is not measured by views or likes.
I’m watching the chaos from afar. The perfect captions, the curated feed, the strategic posts, the games, and the plea for validation. I used to want to be a part of this world. I was there before them after all, but they came running past. On the auction block, the throw out their bids: 56 likes, 120 likes, 17 likes! Our appraisal is in the hands of strangers. Yet, even with the highest bidding, we are left feeling empty when it is over. We were priceless after all.
I am grateful for you who share your authenticity every day and remind me why I love creativity so much. I hope that as I move forward, I, too, can be a beacon that ignites a pure love for art and power.
It feels good to be back!