My heart was closed. Cold.

I was self-conscious and cynical.

These are the pieces of my youth,
the smalls secrets and the not-so-good expectations
that defined my coming of age.

But through this craft, through my love for writing,
I discovered a world outside of the small windowless one
I had built for myself.
A world of soft spoken beauty.

So here I am,
choosing to kick away the ladder
so that I may remain at your side.

I understand your solitude.
I see your shadow

-Tablo