Pieces

hey, Elijah i know that you’re fatigued by the amount of courage your heart demands you to have, pressure that your family relay upon you, expectations of how to show up in this world (read: your job, bank account, society). it’s been a while since you’ve woken up from a restful sleep and attended to activities that pleases your soul. that happens often when your obligations take the majority of your time and there doesn’t seem to be enough understanding to ground yourself to

the uncertainty of how the 365 days would go really plunged in my mental this year. normally i’d feel hopeful to write and contemplate on resolutions/plans to create a drive and feel alive. it hasn’t been easy, and i doubt it ever will. the hurdles that i’ve had to learn how to jump felt like a marathon that needed discipline instead of escapism, patience instead of bypassing. and i don’t know what made that the system of the first two quarters; perhaps the lack of boundaries

hey, Elijah i find it beautiful how curious you’ve always been. how the cosmos became your first friends and continue to show you the aesthetics and complexities of this world. i’ve watched you stumble more than a hundred times, and that still hasn’t stopped you from believing in the gay of living. sure, you’re searching for joy; creating emotional connections with your family, securing a healthy autonomy, rebranding your artistry, having your first romantic relationship, and