my thoughts after reading lindseys post today. btw shes a much better writer-obviously.

after spending a good part of last year burrowing, crawling...crying. i realized, that yes, every day forces are out there working against you. and they will destroy you. and yes, it happens to the best of people. inevitably you will walk around as a shell of a person, ruined. its what you do with your shell that makes all the diffrence. and removing it is a painful process.

new, unexposed skin will burn, shiver, and bruise. but you "decide to wake up" again and again. wake up and fight, not in the traditional sense of "battling the destroyer". but you fight for the people who's shells are still around them. and the best weapon you have is the thing that broke yours.

my sword is a place, love, smiles, ridiculous conversations behind a bar, caffeine, comunity.