My Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never shakes, it only thrives. Come take a look inside... Maybe you'll find yourself in one of my poems. Or maybe you'll see a soul that unapologetically confides. (Poetry book)
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all.
My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions.
My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life.
The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking.
There is no need to understand.
There is no need to feel pity.
This is Thursday.