on what is possibly the most disconcerting experience of my life, i have, for the most part, chosen to linger in silence. there’ve been moments when it seemed like i was actually devouring my own thoughts. but this comes at a price. repressed contemplation tends to gestate. it bursts forth to something else. self-abdicating bitterness is one of the outcomes ive tried to run away from. bitterness has ‘tumor’ written all over it. on the other hand, these thoughts can morph into something beautiful; but one thing’s for sure, whatever the fck is building up inside me has to be eventually pushed out. once it arrives, i’ll pass on to others to decide if its metaphorical voyage into daylight was through my metaphorical uterus or my metaphorical colon.