Gathering my thoughts up like rose petals, and letting the world shine on them to dry.
are lost. But these days, I find myself not being happy.
I’m starting to think the biggest wars we fight are not fought with money and tanks and the blood of boys who are too young, broke and burdened to know any better. The biggest battles are those inside of us, without defeat or victory, the ones where we pit self vs self. You end up beating yourself up. All alone, all day, all night, there is no peace here.
Clearly, something needs to change. Now I just need to not kill myself in the process of figuring out what that is.
