why, thank you very much.

last week I died.

every part of me broken, torn up, and questioned.

and yet amidst the shouting

i heard nothing

yes, i had made a costly mistake

but there was nothing to be said.

either you are a liar

or my Creator knows the truth.

that i am worthy

that i am full of potential

that there is hope for me yet.

i am not perfect

and there’s a lot of work to be done

but every day i showed up to work for you

i smiled. i encouraged. i tried to shine.

it’s a pity you couldn’t see that.

it’s a pity, a crying shame

that we endured this

for a month.


i feel like junot diaz is the only trustworthy man out there