18 Percent Gray

Fear destroys. I see how it works against me, separating me and you. I’m tired from all the pain, how many opportunities I’ve blown, how many people I have hurt, and how many sunny days that have turned gray because of fear. Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. Fuck that.

Lately I’ve been talking to people who really care. I try to set aside my inherent need to look good–or, moreover, try to forgo the “I’m so damaged” narrative. That story has ran for far too long. It is as dead as yesterday.

There will always be shadow in my light. I’ll embrace the ‘what is’ in my life today.

Somehow, writing this blog post/journal entry is opening the proverbial aperture, lightening the shadows.





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