I do not need criticism.
I didn't need for a survey, I didn't welcome examination. I made, I talked, I moved — not for commendation, but not for redress either. Not each expression needs change. Not each exertion is an welcome for judgment. Now and then, a thing exists since it had to, not since it was attempting to be idealize.
I do not ought to listen how it may have been way better. I as of now know a thousand ways it falls brief. I live with those truths. I breathe them. They resound in my chest louder than any outside voice ever might.
What I need is space. What I need is discuss. Unfiltered, unmeasured, unpunctuated space. Let me discharge something without having it given back, stamped in ruddy. Let me own the harsh edges, the fragmented considerations, the off-beat rhythms. They're part of the full — not blemishes, but highlights.
Not everything could be a extend. Not everybody needs to be settled. There's quality in letting something stand because it is, crude and imperfect and genuine. And there's control in standing up to the encourage to reshape what somebody has at last overseen to construct.
So, no. I do not need criticism. I need witness. I need nearness. I need to be met, not overseen.
Hold your judgment. Still your recommendations. Let me be.
