(KAMAY) A quick conversation.
Words by Jitro Timbang
“https://youtu.be/-RKlETUTIkA?si=jSzXTI92bXiA1wzq”
A lot of my writing is about me — I almost can’t help it since I’m just coming out of my non-gay closet.
“What does that even mean?”
That’s exactly the theme: my first bubbles, my first roll down the hill, my first flap of my wings — a lot of it just so I can make sense of what’s happening.
“And, what is happening?”
Only they know, but wow — isn’t it mesmerizing? The first sensations become colours to a life that was once black and white. I’m living a life that feels like finally grasping to that word that tries to fly outta your mind like a kite.
“You mean that saying, ‘it’s at the tip of my tongue.’”
Exactly, although—this time—I feel it throughout my body. I’m not sure if it’s insanity or reclamation of humanity.
I can’t believe I made it. I crossed the seas after many struggles to breathe in the hearts of many storms that wanted me to die. Many thanks though — I just became stronger, resourceful, and that trusting of my own kamay.
“I’m glad you found yourself back home.”
Not yet — I’m still in transit. I’ve still got people, places, and questions to know. I’ve still got a mountain-full of answers to endow. As long as this energy keeps me alive, I’ll be the vessel that’ll help you make sense of this something that took me nine lives.
“What’re you talking about?”
Then perhaps it’s not your time. You’ll know — you. will. know. Until then, it’s my time.
August 12th, 2024 — 9:34pm.
