When I first changed the name of this blog, I was interested
with the core - the soul. I wanted to be truthful without
abandon. But in all seriousness, I think I have strayed from
that because of fear. In the end, fear always gets us.
Fear takes - it never gives.
The winter is closing in. Another season of being alive starts
to feign and wane with the weeping willows that are now
dusted in white icy frost. The weight of the cold is heavy -
it brings a deep pain.
The winter brings honesty and self-reflection. We can only
think forward and hope for what is coming because living in
the now becomes too stark.
I want to be honest.
I want to get the bug out.
I want out.
