They ask a lot of questions because questions are less harmful when a person is younger and has less to hide. The grave gets deeper with each year as more secrets fill the space below the surface. It deepens faster than I can cover. Exposed. But there are worse ways to go and less cozy... Continue Reading →
Insanity has been the result of years of searching for answers to my questions. At this point, I’m not even sure answers would help. Maybe the answers aren’t the problem. Maybe I should ask different questions. Maybe I should enjoy asking the questions. Perhaps the answers are in the questions themselves.
The goal is, and always was, freedom. Even in the days of middle school spent in tears knowing I shouldn’t have to spend so much time in a place I didn’t belong - deep down I was just craving freedom, though I didn’t understand it then. The path set out before me was never questioned... Continue Reading →