…think, is the lack of autonomy. The lack of choice; of freedom. Of course that impacted my writing. My writing is in its essence a form of rebellion against all of that. It is me screaming out where my voice is considered in itself a sin.
If you’re my friend, I will be loyal to you. If you’re my wife, I will marry you in every known religion and tradition. If you’re my unborn child, I will be your best friend. If you’re my cellmate, I’d be honored to spend the rest of my life with you. whomever you’re, I will part of you, and you will be part of me.