It may not be who I wanted to be but so often I find it is who I am, so I take what comfort I can from my identity. Still, I feel shame for being this way.
I believe I can transform my darkness it into a force for good but I'm not ignorant to my own corruption; I believe I can focus my intensity to achieve anything but I'm aware when persons find this disconcerting. I believe this is why I burn so slowly, and let shame destroy me. I don't want to hurt another, so I look inward and chain myself, I cast off my being, Shave each layer off.
I am not so hungover today. I don't feel like writing, I just want to fall into an endless sleep, A haze of warmth, of half-remembered dreams and forgotten origins.