People place burdens in your heart in which we in a way bastardize ourselves. It happened to me two days ago, I hate the feeling of disconnecting but that's the only way I know at this time until I find better outlets to help me open myself. I disconnect because my anger is heavy, it's not my core value, but the weight of years worth of pain grips me but I know it doesn't define me.
I don't like myself being hurt especially by those close and I want to use my voice, my body, and my mind to help those feel alive because that is something that I was and many were taken from.
The process to my life is new and I realize that though you associate with each other, it doesn't define what you or what I do as well.
I feel alone sometimes from the disconnect but those who've taken the time to come to me, hug me, or even establish a bond makes me feel alive...
Things will change from now on.
YOU ARE READING
MUDBXY
Non-FictionEvery chapter will drop randomly and not scheduled. Just look at this as like a book filled with Twitter post.
