happy January 2023. it’s overwhelming to know that i’m writing this with no topic to go with—but i guess sometimes that's just how things are supposed to be. an impulsive trip. a ramble around for a press conference. a date night for oneself in the middle of a Wednesday. look, this is how i’m gonna start my year. and it’s not going to be the same as the past years (especially when the pandemic hits like a whale in the middle of nowhere).
i am not just surrendering. i am full of rebellious intentions. yup, that’s me. one little rebel, with tonnes of intention for why i am who i am today, tomorrow, and for the next few weeks, even years from now. my only plan is to break free, and i can’t wait to share with you all of my journeys.
i am so sick of trying things i don’t really enjoy doing. so sick of meeting people who drain the life out of me. so sick of being someone who only sees beauty in such an obvious way. i crave for something deeper than the wishing well that grandma owns.
i crave for a love that would take you to library and books. crave for an education that leads you to self-actualization. crave for a night with no grinning teeth and only flowery dreams. i want trust to blow me out like prince charming, and honesty to shake things up just a little bit.
there is no real definition for a poem that you write every single day. no moral values for a life story that is your own. not everything should have meaning until someone actually values it. my friend, wake up. the longest human lifespan is owned by a girl, and you’re probably quarter-way through it already (or close).
what do you want out of this life? if anything is inevitable, let it be your will.
xoxo,
Val | @PoetryOfHvaw
fun fact
a caterpillar turns entirely liquid before becoming a butterfly. and to break out with only tenderness in hands, more often than not, it’ll need a push in order to break free. you can do the same if this is about your own becoming.
recommendation
go watch the cinema alone. pick the most exciting movie available (do not book beforehand; do not even research). feel that oddness running through your veins, especially on weekdays when you’re the only person there. hang in there. get used to being alone yourself; not everybody’s going to be there for you at all times.
Wow 🤯🔥