I wish there were a way to regurgitate emotions.
I just need to be alexa for a while. Who is she anyway?
An object to be desired by men? A respectable human being? A coward? A confident woman, perfectly happy in her own skin? A pessimist? An optimist? A person who puts her thoughts to action? An intelligent artist using her work as a medium of expression? Does she have the capacity to be a generous person? Does she believe in herself? Does she live in the present? Can she sympathize or empathize? Is she super-vain? Can she understand things? Will she ever learn to articulate her thoughts and feelings?
We’ll just have to find out.
"The sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who kneel under them"
- Things fall apart, Chinua Achebe
"Art cannot be described in words"
alexa, you really are a strange human being