09.13.2022 | the heartcode

“I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.” ― Sade Andria Zabala there's a reason why, for 15 years, i didn't share my poetry. it was a practice of control, intimacy, expression... that was intended for just me and sometimes one other person. art is so cruel sometimes. as is creativity. why can we only write about what hurts the most? why do i have to be in deep existential angst to be able to qualify myself a poet and my work poetry? maybe i'm not a poet. maybe i'm not even an artist. maybe i'm just full of shit. whatever is my truth, i've made a promise and a commitment that i have to honor. like much of...View all