Many will think I’m crazy posting these letters on a blog, but that’s my way of shooting my shot. I can’t sit by and be tough about this anymore. I can’t sit by and wait for the manna to fall out of the sky. These letters will inspire
someone. Someone to face who they are; someone to accept a hard truth; someone to fix his eyes on the mountain top and go through the valley. I’ve gone through many valleys, and in many ways I’m still going through it, but I desire someone to go through
them with. That guy is you. I said guy because I want to be clear that I am a gay man. A Black gay man. I didn’t want any misunderstandings about this. I know you are, too. You are a gay man. Whether you are out, I don’t know. I venture to think you
might be struggling with something. This something is keeping us apart. The universe cannot do its work if you continue to hold on to whatever that’s slowly killing your spirit. You cannot come out on the other side if you put up walls. This is what I’m
working on. I can’t stop thinking about you Black. I sense you are holding on to something. Something that you are scared to face. Covering it up is not going to help. You must come face to face with it. Head on. There are things I’ve been running away
from, too baby. I’m facing some of them, and others I still have to face. Part of the preparation. I can’t be with you physically, but I can be with you in spirit. I’m on your side and I’m rooting for you to get through whatever it is you’re holding on
to. Once that dust clears, I’ll be here waiting for you. Waiting to love you. You deserve everything you desire. Always remember that.
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