she laughed until her cheeks split open and revealed the moon 🌝
I identify as a writer. I used to write just poetry until I took a fiction writing workshop at NYU and learned that with lots of practice, I have the potential to be a great fiction writer too. To me, it doesn’t make sense to answer the question (the one that everyone hates the most) “what do you do?” by calling myself a writer, when I didn’t put out my work for others to see. I was afraid of how intimate a writer’s work is, because a poem is a little piece of your mind put to life on paper. But when I started to post my writing on here, I got such beautiful messages from you, saying that a line I had written resonated with you, in your heart, throughout your day.
Something that most people don’t know is that I can sing, though I’m pretty quiet about it. If you ask me to sing, I’ll probably just laugh in your face until you see that it’s just not going to happen. I’m just so shy! 🤧 Again, this doesn’t make sense, and it’s something I’m trying to work on. If you have a talent, don’t keep it to yourself. It’s not about showing off or bragging that you have an ability others don’t, but it’s about exploring the possibility that your talent may bring other people joy and healing. I learned this after I stopped singing around the house and my mother said in the softest voice, “I miss your singing.” So whenever I’m around her, I make sure to sing.