Before now, I had never heard of J. G. Ballard’s What I Believe. But on December 8th, 2014, at 1:49am, I wrote a private blog post titled I Believe (written below) addressed to an ex-love.
I know the exact date and time because the post is still sitting on my old Tumblr blog, more than ten years later.
It’s not a great poem, nor is it written in my current voice (I wrote it over a decade ago, after all), but there’s something poetic about stumbling across other manifestos on belief years after writing my own.
I BelieveDecember 8th, 2014, 1:49am
I believe in masturbation.
I believe in manifestation.
I believe in hard work.
I believe in the Universe.
I believe in free will and free thought.
I believe that God is whatever you want it to be.
I believe in rain on my skin.
I believe in your hands in mine, in our fingers entwined.
I believe in sand on my feet, in the sound of your heartbeat.
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Before now, I had never heard of J. G. Ballard’s What I Believe. But on December 8th, 2014, at 1:49am, I wrote a private blog post titled I Believe (written below) addressed to an ex-love.
I know the exact date and time because the post is still sitting on my old Tumblr blog, more than ten years later.
It’s not a great poem, nor is it written in my current voice (I wrote it over a decade ago, after all), but there’s something poetic about stumbling across other manifestos on belief years after writing my own.
I BelieveDecember 8th, 2014, 1:49am
I believe in masturbation.
I believe in manifestation.
I believe in hard work.
I believe in the Universe.
I believe in free will and free thought.
I believe that God is whatever you want it to be.
I believe in rain on my skin.
I believe in your hands in mine, in our fingers entwined.
I believe in sand on my feet, in the sound of your heartbeat.
I believe in the words that we don't speak.
I believe in true love's first kiss.
I believe in the power of touch.
I believe in you inside me.
I believe in how healing sex can be.
I believe in creamy thighs and tear-filled eyes.
I believe in you and me.
I believe that good love can set us free.
I believe.
I believe.
I believe.