- j. oshodi

I’ve come to realize that my feelings are not a burden, but a gift. I am so blessed to feel, love, and experience things as deeply as I do. All the hurt I’ve endured is worth all the love I have to give. I grew to appreciate the part of me I used to hate so much – my sensitivity. I am anything but nonchalant and everything but impassive. I don’t regret any endearment I have expressed, or selfless acts I have performed because the ink has already dried on the page; no amount of effort can rewrite the words. Given that, I refuse to grant access to my life to those who haven't earned the right to be a part of it or have lost that privilege as I’ve grown to cherish and value myself more. Although peace of mind should be something that everyone strives for, I believe that peace of heart should be more desired. As someone whose thoughts are always racing and carry so much weight– my mind may be heavy, but my heart remains light as a feather and my conscience clear as day. 

Written October 6, 2024

heart on my sleeve

Ink & Style

New York, NY, United States