I call it word vomit. I wrote without remorse. I distanced myself from an audience. I’m not even the audience. I wrote the truth. I wrote everything I was avoiding to say. I didn’t know I was avoiding that much. Sentences sometimes didn’t make sense, but screw grammar when I’m freestyling. I sat with myself and felt everything I didn’t want to express to anyone, not even myself. This is freedom.

Angelica