Ever since I can remember I have thrown myself head first towards anything that rips me open. I seek the breaking to help me understand. I seek the pain so I can understand the way it lives in me. It feels as though it has always lived in me. The first and only true thing I have known is that loss is coming for me.
My emotions have always felt like something large and otherworldly to me. Like my soul is my emotions and feelings and pain and grief and ability to see the world for what it is. My entire soul is just made of an aching abyss of need and want.
I have always felt like an open wound I would typically recoil from. Lately though I’m leaning into the places that hurt. I’m not sure that I see my abyss as a bad thing anymore. I am the in between, not the ether and not the society. I am the other. The thing between the cracks trying really hard to grow somewhere I don’t fit. It’s hard to grow somewhere you don’t fit.
Yet here I am as the hundredth version of myself- the most in tune with who I am as a person and the things that make me feel alive. Just an artist trying to feel more fucking alive and present(!!!!) daily.
Kelia Luna 