Poetry & Art

We all want to believe we’re special

We all want to believe we’re special, that we’re on some cosmic journey in which led us here to earth and we’re all a part of something bigger. The ugly truth is: your parents didn’t use a condom, maybe you were planned maybe you weren’t, but the reason you came to be was because your parents needed something to project their trauma onto, and didn’t want to be alone. Here’s the part where you stop making a sour look while reading this, you may not have been born special but it is up to you to decide if you are, to wake up every day and decide if you’re going to feel sorry for yourself or drink some coffee and find strength in becoming who you want to be, you weren’t sent here to carry the weight of the world or save your parents from themselves, you came about – now you decide what you want to do in this life.

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by Lumina Adams

I write to process, to heal, to move through life with a little bit of grace, to stop living in my head, to find power in vulnerability - thankfully with editing tools, unlike real life.

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