The stranger in me is : A MONSTER
Repressed childhood trauma created a new stranger inside of me, one that thinks and speaks against my thoughts and beliefs, and sometimes derails me into doomed conversation with him – akin to a moth and a flame. His limbs elongate and to entangle and drag me back while I continue to try and find the light again to feel light again.
This is the monster of today, and he will not look like this tomorrow. The time where I become stronger and his strength weakens grows closer by the day. My wings will not tire, I can almost reach the light.
I was born in South Asia. I paint on canvas, walls, and pretty much anything else I can get my hands on. Sometimes I write, and I never skip dessert.
