Maybe, Definitely

It just occurred to me.
The last phrase to complete –
a label,
a part,
of me.
Whereas before, it was only:

I like girls.
I don’t know if,
it’s an also, or an only.

Now it’s:

I like girls.
I don’t know if
it’s an also,
or an only;
one thing’s for sure though,

I like girls.


The Ones We Don’t Talk About

I want a society where we can talk about anything, where we talk about everything. I want a society where there’s a constant buzz in the background, the mix of a thousand topics and languages, hauntingly beautiful in its rawness–not a hushed silence, nor the way too loud thought(s) and voice(s) of an individual or a few select people. I want a society that cares enough honestly to talk about something that can be painful or uncomfortable to voice aloud. I want a society which understands that everything is in a constant state of change that we have no control over, and clinging onto history, evidences–the past–unconsciously or not, while disregarding the existence of other impossible possibilities is futile, counterintuitive, and perhaps even dangerous, for a moment in Life may as well already have been a whole lifetime.