Loved For Being Human
The nights are the heaviest, filled with a hollow ache that echoes louder than the streets ever could. I lie awake reaching into the empty space beside me, craving a touch that anchors my chaotic mind and silences the ghosts of my past. I crave attention, not clout—a soul-to-soul conversation, a listening ear, a love I’ve never known. You saw me in the dirt, at my lowest, and loved my humanity. You found me broken, gathered my pieces, and made me whole. You never judged my past; you hold my present while we build our future. When you treat me gently, without expectations, I drown in your warmth. I become fiercely clingy, obsessed. A minute apart feels like a thousand years in a lonely wilderness. I am deeply sensitive. Sometimes I mistake it for a feminine trait, but who are we without sensitivity? Are we truly human if we do not feel things deeply? I have walked through fire. My youth was hell, facing down death and multiple police cases on the curb. But I was prolific. I had a plan. I knew that street life wasn’t my destiny; it was just my origin. I am both gangsta and emotional. A lover boy who believes love is the only currency that matters. A hopeless romantic.
On Hiatus: Taking a break from the screen to focus on the present and the future. Thank you for reading my words and holding space for my rawest thoughts. Stay human.❤️
Growing up street wise teaches you a duality of soul. Toughness and masking of all fear, while pushing down the deepest feelings and love. I’m so grateful for the way you express yourself, and the sensitivity you have been able to hold onto. You have a beautiful heart. Love, Virg
I love this so much. I especially love the part about sensitivity. The world needs more of it. You’re asking for depth, not simple quantitative talks. It’s about how far you can reach someone’s soul. This is my kind of language too. And I am, too, a hopeless romantic. 💘