truth? or lie?
empowered thought or desperate cry?
my whole life i’ve parceled out pieces of myself thinking it was them – better than me.
handing over power, seeking pats on the back and enabling unhealthy patterns where i am not the lead.
47, the programs run deep, yet lack depth. irony, blasphemy.
such total bullshit, i’m at a loss …
for words,
for patience,
for me.
