It’s hard, but nobody ever said life was easy.

God damn!
It’s hard to soul search.

It’s mother fucking difficult to dig inside yourself, pull your veins out and watch them squirm like worms you just cut in half.

It’s easy to avoid if you’re alone and hard to ignore if you have someone else shoving their thumb in your self inflicted wounds.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

It takes humility and honor to be able to listen and learn. Those two characteristics of mine, don’t make me a pushover. They make me moldable and capable. They keep me open to search and feel for things that fit within me.

I know who I am, but I’ve never fully understood the “outside” of me.
I suspect that’s why I am an introvert.
Why I seek the sanctuary of a damp, dark cave and why I allow my heart and soul to succumb to those who can not speak.

It’s scary out there.

I know I’m safe inside the walls of my own ribs, but I have in fact parted them and I must now find a way to command what enters and what leaves.

For now...
I can not claim naivety, because I am completely aware.

The next step is always the most difficult.