Shadows dance around truth like puppets mimicking realness.
Your deepest insecurities supposedly hidden, cloaked by your charisma, your talent, your showmanship.
But deep beneath that facade, that mask, moldy with age from no exposure to light is the real you.
Your jokes, your intelligence, put on display like your music…in order to build your ego but not to say anything useful.
Deep inside, you either have nothing to say or you are too afraid to say it.
I am not sure which is worse: shallowness or cowardice.
But neither appeals to me.
And this is where I leave you, finally lit up in the knowledge that there was never any substance behind that glitter.
Wands don’t make us wizards, magic does.
And magic is the part of our selves that fuels our love, our integrity, our principles, and our bravery.
You thought you had me fooled with your spells, but your weakness was your undoing…the idea that playing someone chivalrous actually made you so.
In fact, it revealed your disguise.
Chivalry is for people who stay true to themselves and their integrity. They trust it and act accordingly.
People who feel the need to hide behind declarations like “I can’t dine alone with women who aren’t my partner,” don’t have integrity to begin with and maintain an unhealthy perception of the role women play and what we have to offer.
Sometimes all we want is friendship or camaraderie. We are okay with that.
And I trust myself to keep that line. So I don’t limit my friendships to a certain sex or a specific relationship status.
I am an adult, and I behave like one.
Hollow people should fear writers because we have things to say, and we aren’t afraid to say them.
Where is your originality? Where is your depth? Where is your soul?
I can’t find it. I used to think it was where your humor met your talent until I realized you had nothing original to offer in either.
I am still searching for your voice, your unique self.
Maybe the next woman will be able to find it.
Maybe she will light you up to your potential.
Then, and only then…maybe…you will be a star.
You are stuck in the mire of expectation.
Release that shit. Be you. Social constructs are the greatest charade of all.
You will never find happiness looking for the white picket fence with the perfectly kept roses.
It doesn’t exist inside the walls of purity.
Nobody is pure. We all struggle. But some of us let go of our hold on reality and live in the beauty of our imperfections, striving to be more aware, not better.
Better is a relative definition based on circumstance.
Awareness provides an internal navigation that guides our innermost longing.
Pureness is found within, not through aesthetic. Rather, it is found through our trials and tribulations, our darkest days, our greatest fears.
Embrace it and overcome.