Sometimes you stumble on something so pretty you have to share it. That’s how I felt about a thread of tweets I read yesterday. I followed and asked permission to share. @thaabzeniko’s twitter bio reads: “gay. they/ them. mostly in black. guzzling wine somewhere. this be ma corner on the interwebs”
Gotta love that. They (the pronoun the bio states to use) sent me this to add:
“I don’t consider myself a writer but I tend to write occasionally, at times through experience, but mostly through observation. I never knew I could write until I went through some things and I just couldn’t relate to anything out there so I started writing/ facilitating my own lived experiences and fantasies, and it’s been gravy ever since.”
Below are the tweets I’ve typed out, and used the full words in place of abbreviations.
One day, you’ll be in bed with your partner when your bodies stick to each other under the sweltering heat and your sighs are soft keys to a song.
They’ll be sleeping but you’ll be restless, trying to catch every speeding thought, thanking God you’re in love and alive through it all.
You’ve lost track of how many times it took you both to get here. But you’re here and there’s no more lies, bullshit and half-assing things.
You’ll stop wondering how much simpler things would be if feelings were easily altered, whether we’d bother to love at all. You’ve made it.
Silent moans of relief as you feel so close to them and the only way you can get closer is by letting them hold you even closer. Tighter even.
Caressing every part of you; existing peacefully between each other. Like Pablo Neruda they’ll catch glimpses of the moon alive under your skin.
Your skin will smell like sleep. Things will begin to make sense. Loving each other will feel like being heard after a lifetime of silence.
You’ll remember the times you spent your early 20s freaking out, believing you’re a mess when really you were always iridescent from the start.
You’ll forget about the exes that were into music/ poetry and wrote songs about everyone they fucked except you.
You’ll forget about the exes that made you feel so used to being second best – only inviting you over when they’re lonely and horny.
You’ll touch your lips, tasting the tendrils of the escaped Disney fairy tale you spent your early life searching for with exes that weren’t for you.
You’ll build a life with a love books don’t talk about. The one found in the spines of everything you’ve been taught to run away from.
You’re a hero with claws. It’s how you climbed out of darkness when you believed everything was disappearing and made of smoke.
It’s going to be the small moments here and there, however they arrive, look for them. Happiness will walk in and I hope it works out for you.