Playing with words is the game of the writer. I loved the Tim Burton animation movie and thought about this pride month thing. So, this is how my titles are usually coming alive. The Material world meets the spiritual world, that is where I hide. Laying my head down when it becomes too heavy. I miss Chester. That's all.
I'm writing to stay alive. That's all that matters. I silently scream along with every song that I grew up with to let the pain out. Feels like the beast is unleashing me instead. Possibilities are high. I get my ass up each day and write, edit, re-write. No need credits for it, I'd do it anyway. It's changing me. I live within.
Pride dies in the arms of love. I'm confused no more. Nothing to lose. I want to heal you all. That's something real you need to move forward. Pushing myself towards the light. Let me go!
Being alone is not scary to a writer. No turning back now. I'd rather be like this forever than to be one of the crowd. I'm nothing like those fake glittering copycat sh*theads. Rather be raw. Bloody and real.
Broken is the new black. F*ck your trends, Barbies and Kens! I live the way I want and you can lick the screen of your wildest dreams. I have faith, God's my BFF. He fucked me up then picked me up. I'm now kneeling on his palm. His whisper is the air I'm breathing.
your soul pal,
Kata The Nomad
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