The genuine love I witnessed firsthand has left an indelible mark on me. My attempts to capture the essence of my experiences through my natural recordings are still in progress. The trip to Cuba (April 26-May 3) remains a vivid memory, and I struggle to articulate exactly what I experienced. However, due to logistical constraints, I will to write a more comprehensive reflection of this trip in two weeks (May 21, 2025).

I strive to communicate clearly and coherently, even if it means repeating myself to avoid confusion. Reflecting on my thoughts helps me ground myself and bring life to the present moment. Upon returning to the United States of Amerikkka, I’ve come across various thoughts and emotions.

This writing differs from my previous posts, where poems have been the predominant form of communication. I’ve been using alliances and acronyms to convey my thoughts, often in the shadows. However, as the light illuminates my thoughts, I’m able to untangle the stress that my hands seek to release. Writing flows effortlessly, and my trapped thoughts have been hidden for a long time.

The true demonstration, a word that needs to be broken down, is the manifestation of a said-and-done seed. It’s the extraordinary movement of materially attained, tangible data! (That’s one way of saying it!)

Another way to express it – is to do it in a way, that cannot be denied. Sure, you can deny the model or the method of demonstration. The intention can be debated, as well as the reasoning behind it. Was it impulsive or calculated? These questions arise after the demonstration, not before. However, the commitment to the pen, in the sense that you allow it to express itself through you, as it is now for me, is a form of sacred transfer.

Calling it out loud or rediscovering the rhythm on the keys of a laptop is a different type of flow as well! I believe most of us are so accustomed to typing things on our phones rather than an actual keyboard. Tactile functionality is fully engaged for me right now because it has been a while since I allowed myself to think aloud while writing (even as eye see it in my minds eye). Writing this post on my keyboard feels refreshing but also tactically different for my hands.

These same hands that I use to actually write in a journal. Let me explain. I have been writing in books since I was 12, starting with a stack of index cards. Then, I moved on to spiral notebooks, composite books, and any other kind of journal or diary in paper form. I have kept these since I was 12 years old. I am turning 33 in 13 days! So, you can imagine all the physical books I keep in my personal library. Writing into these blank sheets of paper is truly breathing into other worlds, ones I knew existed, some I would never share with anyone else. It’s a vulnerable and therapeutic task for me to take what’s in my mind and express it on paper.

I’m right-handed, but I wish I were ambidextrous because my writing style on paper has evolved into its own unique language. However, if anyone dared to peek into my journals, they would likely be surprised to find it reads like chicken scratch—doodles of half-bent sentences that rhyme into graphs, scribbled lines aligned to charts labeled with acronyms and (((parenthesized))) syntax. I write with various materials, including pens, crayons, highlighters, and almost anything else that helps me express myself.

The process of writing on paper is vastly different from writing on a laptop. Nowadays, people don’t even have to write as much because they can speak their words into the computer, and the words will generate by themselves. Or, they can even let AI do the whole thing!

Despite all the writing I do, it still surprises some people (though my closest loved ones know) that I am not the best at replying back to text messages. I’ve come to realize that using your phone for every medium of communication is extremely limiting. This realization hit me especially hard because I was in this position for about three months, not having a laptop as I do now!Nonetheless, texting is still one of the most common ways people communicate. Similarly, my thoughts are laid out in a way that surprises me as they flow out of me in a stream-of-consciousness manner.

If I were to write this into a book, the same would be true, except it would be more malleable and heartfelt. {HEARTFELT IN THE SENSE THAT WRITING INTO A JOURNAL MEANS NOT EDITING THINGS OUT…THAT ALONE // MAKES TYPING ON A LAPTOP A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT EXPERIENCE.}

Rhyming through the encoded gesture of a theme takes more time to craft and define. Even then, there’s no guarantee that any of it will make sense to the reader. However, I trust that by following the representation, example, simile, and figurative language—a correlation that resonates with your experience—you’ll be able to unlock the meaning behind it. If you’re wondering, “What does that mean?” ask the book as you read it line by line after immersing yourself in the character and setting. We find ourselves on a journey of self-discovery.

I titled this piece “FOLDED ALACRITY” because writing feels like an enthusiasm that is folded between meaning, explanation, and what is soon to be revealed. Unraveling that folding is always a surprise because the words haven’t yet connected but are diligently inspected. The fervor of an unopened invitation awaits to be acknowledged, read, accepted, or even rejected.

I hope that while you were reading this (if you got this far), you’ve found yourself in the link of a correlated tide wave! May the impression of these words speak to the inner you, demonstrating a renewed view!