The Only Thing You Said That Makes Sense

Classical FM not fun then, no but you need to learn and those beats are no good, instead of them you should play Moonlight Sonata, you’ll thank me after. See these are the sounds that make lost men found and though I’m all at sea it’s here when I’m free to be truly me.

I don’t know that man now, but in that at least, I think he was right.

This House of Mine.

I have hated you for so long, extended more favour to my father than I have my forehead. Trampled on my thighs as they tread down upon the earth, muddying my appearance with the dirt beneath them. Sullying my soul and my softness with sounds of sorrow after sorrow. 

I have found ways of heaping loathing upon every inch of my skin until it has entombed me. I have grown familiar with the frailty of my face. Held together by mascara and lipstick rather than muscle and sinew. 

I am alone on a mountain, trapped by the pain of my worthlessness, held there by the searing displeasure of what my eyes see.

I am startled into hurtling down that rock by the reminder of the reason for it all, the crushing knowledge of my insignificance and my worthiness all at once.

I deserve to be seen I cry, shouting it at no-one, everyone; my own lungs almost betraying me as I scream it. (They are so conditioned to believe they are useless that this action has surprised them.)

I forgive you body, I set you free from all the ways you have caused me pain and made me despise my demeanour more than I notice my nobility. True release lies in leaving it all, 

letting 

it

go.

Loving in the space instead and seeing myself in the eyes of my creator, the one who fully knows and who does not make mistake. 

It is time, I say. This is the moment to walk into your future.