Sometimes it disgusts me how human I can be.
How life goes in cycles.
How desperatly I cling to what I know.
And when I feel the past slipping away,
when the present is leading to the future, how scared I can get.
They say every door closed opens up yet another.
I don't like to live my life by sayings.
And yet being human these sayings seem to be true.
It is for this reason I tend to hate these times.
Transitional periods.
I adopt an identity to escape the old one.
Only it turns out I don't like this one either.
Reputations though, tend to be like shadows.
Mine will always trail behind
Once you let a part of yourself out you cannot reel it back in.
and that seems to be the problem of the week.
escape is not an answer,
after all you cannot escape yourself.
Discovering who you are is an interesting experience.
it is never really about discovering.
I know who I am.
It is more about what i choose to show the world.
Each part of me taking on a life of it's own.

Goodbyes are always hard