My thoughts, from me to you. My life's story told bit by bit. My Father's world, from where I see it.
Being alone is just easier, for there are no words needed to be spoken that threaten to betray me.
But easier doesn’t make things necessarily better, does it?
radicalidentity:
when i was little i might have been dyslexic because i was certain that loincloth was lioncloth and i didn’t…. what did that mean? did they skin a lion? are they a lion? do lions wear clothes?
when i was little i might have been dyslexic because i was certain that
loincloth
was
lioncloth
and i didn’t…. what did that mean? did they skin a lion? are they a lion? do lions wear clothes?
I thought the same exact thing..
Being ready and not being ready all at the same time—ah, that is perfection at it’s finest.
