the first language i understood is not the first language i spoke
yet the first language i understood is not the one i am fluent in nor spoken for long
the one i speak feels like a default. one with little care or beauty but one i can make sense of
the one i desire is one of power strength, simple complications
i am as content as i desire to be at this moment. its hard to talk of a memory when the strength of it does not continue on a daily basis
We are the revolution generation we will reach a point where our multicultural existence will be normalised: as much as we try to normalise it, we mustn't forget our roots. We are here for a "better
"The world breaks everybody, then the strong find themselves in the broken places" There may be a struggle now, in a place of distress, of dark memories, but you must explore + find yourself in this p
I is the existence the physical person the one that contains all the information the touches of physical pain the one who speaks internal Me, the attachment between self and society the open expressio