I can tear myself to pieces, it is a natural place for me. I can and I will and I'm better than I was but I'm worse still. I can splinter myself and let every doubt burrow itself into my open skin, let the insecurities bloom into harsh and wicked flowers, let the bile rain into my poisoned mind. I am precise with my agony, following the loose ends to their end and mine and fraying the cord in between. I do not mean to, but the issue presents in its encroaching way and I see no path but the truth.
Finally getting a bit more active on here. I have missed you lovely people. School is over and I finally have some room to breathe.
Working on getting back into my creative endeavors. I miss music and I miss writing.