what i wish i told her: a short open letter

there are so many things i've always wanted to tell you.

this is a letter to you, mama, but it's so much more than that. it's the fog that consumes me every morning that i wake up to, compressed and typed into words that were slapped onto a bunch of pixels. it's the therapy i should definitely get a better source of. it's me.

hear me loud and clear, despite the few numbers of you who will read this, because there is nothing more pure from the heart than this: a soliloquy that i refuse to edit and furthermore, refuse to forget.

thank you for listening to me.