You all wrote it so well,

and I put myself through personal hell in the passenger seat.

He threw back what I felt,

pressure and pain, resistance and silencing my sovereignty.

Oh wont you shut the fuck up?

Im tired of hearing you speak like you know all the whispers inside of me.

A moment of silence to music would diffuse the illusion that one of us has to be writing

I take back what I gave,

now I remember theres no need to save for the sake of a narrative

My whole paradigms changed,

Iu2019m deeper and wider and anchoring down all my truth, thats imperative

Now I can nurture this lingering, tingling child thats inside thats been waiting for paper

Oh body of water, the tides will just wash him away, and then I will pick up the pen

And I will start writing

No Iu2019m never complete,

saved by the fact that my path is an active release to infinity

Yin Yang, Bitter and sweet,

thanks to this balance I get to embrace both demands of divinity

Father and mother merged to create my dance floor, my canvas, my naked blank slate

For my highest vibration, a true celebration

the inks in my mind, im aligned and its time to start writing