No one is obligated to forgive you.
I am not obligated to forgive you.
We can learn from our mistakes,
Become the kindest person on Earth,
And the people we've hurt still won't forgive us.
Learn to accept that.
We still continue to grow because we're neither good nor pure,
We're complicated.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned—
I have fancied myself a god
Whose only transgression is hubris.
That like Him, I can create something beautiful,
And make it immortal through word alone.

To be seen differently by every person who walks across the work that now holds you in it.

To be seen as something that brings creation.

To be seen.

That is why you hate it.

I have been hurt so many times that it is no longer enough that you tell me of your love.

You must show me.

When I was young
I took on so much
That was never mine to carry.

Though I can set it down at any time,
I'm not sure how...

Knowing you is a tragedy
Familiarity a stake in the heart
Absence a cup of tea gone cold
To everything clings a sense of “after.”
When I awake it is in this after,
A distant place where I do not know you.
It is peaceful.

I try and reconcile my need to create through art and my desire to leave no remains or memory.

I refuse to be known and recognized.

Forget me once I'm out of your sight.