It depends on the source of the creation. Like, it would be quite a bit more meaningful if it were from somebody I was very affectionately invested in. Everything, the people I consider the guardian of my heart, what they have ever written or done for me, all this is potent in meaning, I remember the littlest encouragement or gestures they have ever given me, because it mattered and always it will. I sometimes repeat their words and I am not even sure they realize their creative influence on me, I am not sure they remember that it originated from them. My best literacy was exemplified from the emotions they provoke in me.

People who put an effort into preserving my presence deserve to be on my paper, as I said before they are like poem-people. Once they shared it with me, which was more of an observance but it was meticulous and poetically detailed as I see them. I did not know they were paying such close attention, and so it enlightened me a bit. It’s a big thing because the people who manifested their thoughts to something tangible, something we can feel without being touched, evidence of emotion, that thing nobody knows the extent of aside from the people feeling it…this takes effort and a desire to share.

It brings significance to my existence, to know I unintentionally made a difference in their perception of reality. It is a big thing because it is our humanity trying to build a bridge with another one; it may be the very thing we live for. It is passion, it is embellishment, and it is the scenery along our journey that makes the road worth traveling. I always write ‘romancing’ the passion on the basis of a solitary emotion called love, and I have used my talents to adorn something I have felt since I started writing and drawing. To show them that they have planted a seed in my heart and it has grown into the most beautiful blossom tree that shelters me from the emotional storms ravaging my soul.

These things matter, they are not logical, not rational, but what does anybody really want? Not just love, no, not necessarily, people want a purpose. If somebody creates something for you, admire it as a testament of love, even if it is painted with hate. Anybody who takes the time did it because it meant something to them. I have only ever been hateful towards someone when I was hurt, and I would not have bothered if I had not loved them first, even though I try to understand the human process and I let them go. I do not have anything in my possession that was given to me by somebody who said loved me, but I imagine if I did I would probably keep it in my pocket or around my neck like jewelry.

I am not exactly sure what it is like for someone to build worlds in their imagination about you. I have always been the architect. I was never a queen, just a vassal, but I always had queens and kings around me… Namaste… ❤