02.."05.2025 - "Pulse

Today, I felt my pulse for the first time in so long.
Embracing.
Like that moment in life,
"Why talk about it?"

cause shit, you right.

From you I've learned to go back to the truth and fact.

What does it even mean.

Poems that matter to remember:

"Never eat chicken again.'

Listen, here is what this is. Happening. I don't know why or because of or who and all I know is that when I've put my experience first, while wise, I also missed out on so many of what was for me. Even now, as I can share it as a life value, I've gained rather than the hurt man who is always going be a man. So why be it hurt.

We made love. Together. Don't ask me what you don't know of you either. But didn't we enjoy it, wasn't it the one and only you and me time that looked like the many names we mistake and forgot.

To me: Yes.

We made it.

So here's this letter, to you:

My Love.