Imaginary Friend- A Letter

Two years...

Two years ago I poured out my soul onto this canvas

then I left

Embarassed by the nakedness I demonstrated

During that time, those two years, my imaginary friend slept for I had met a new man. My little black dragon rested at ease on my shoulders and the peace I had once seen on his face became my peace. This new man was no man at all. He is, in fact, a unicorn. He is beautiful and strong and gentle, more gentle than I ever knew humans to be. That is how I know he is not just a man. He showed me that my dragon no longer needed to fight and run and bleed. He, after four years, proved to me that loving myself was as easy as loving him. Now I've returned.

I no longer fear embarassment

I embrace my naked freedom in writing

With that said, be wary

My words are sharp and they flow without hesitation

My words will now forever be reflective of the truth I see with my soul

When you read my work, you are reading me

you are reading into my soul

and you will see things that you will not like

and I will not care