put to rest
i was born september 29th 2003 on a monday morning. 00:07 o’clock. i was born in 2015 when i signed up for my first ‘social media’, a writing website of christmas past. i was born at seven years old when i came to terms with my gender and orientation. i was born at eighteen years old when i came to terms with my orientation yet again. and is that not just how life is supposed to work? no? but you know how rules were made to be… i’m waiting to be born again. see the world through ‘new eyes’, again. but not in any creepy-culty way. i just want to feel better than how i do now. September 1, 2022.
yesterday, someone told me i am 'very interesting', but i don't think i am, so it's hard to expand on this [page] in any real intriguing way. but i'll take a shot by talking a bit more about myself. my name is fayette. it isnt my real name, but it feels better and more natural than my real first name ever has. as i type this, clearly i am 18 years old. i don't really 'enjoy' typing these profiles but i like to imagine someday i can find them again and .... think about... stuff.
i don't know when that last 'entry' was written but hello again. life update: i'm 19. i guess this page is for my poetry and favourite poems around 'red', whether or not the word is mentioned. you may notice some 'poems' are fucking lazy and humilating spurts of nothing, but those are likely drafts i found written with pen in some tough times. a few of them are so far... it's very difficult to dechiper my own handwriting, but i try just so i can have it archived. red... it's ironic. red is not even my favourite colour. maybe through the course of this small site, i'll figure out my relationship to the colour. October 2nd 2022.