SWEET INFLICTION
Written by Alana Cheng
It’s a sweet infliction of being in this emotional conviction, with the great touch of this sweet adaption in this quick feel of my self-realization of knowing that I am a sweet and fabulous creation of having to know myself as I’ve always truly been in this self-identification, in feeling so happy and amazed, while sometimes feeling so lost and sad, but I know somehow that things can’t be too bad in this sweet infliction, as I am still so unfazed by the silence that would bring upon the heart of this resilience, of some kind of sweet touch to the imagination in this fantastic feel of brilliance, as it’s not so costly to the beauty of the thrill, while feeling as though the world is suddenly standing still, just for a moment while trying to gather my thoughts together, for I guess that I would like to stay in this beautiful moment of self-love and confidence forever, in this sweet infliction, as I am so proud to have become who I am today, to be in my own skin, no matter what, through thick and thin, in this sweet infliction, as I am so proud to be so loud in my life of living, with this very happy song of love and pride in this grand integrity just to be me, in feeling so beautiful and so undoubtedly free in this sweet sensation of such an amazing feel to this very sweet and beautifully prideful infliction.