Usually I would complain about constant time spent with just my own skin but lately I rather drink myself in with an insatiable thirst.
I’ve spent a lot of my time dwelling on monsters that hide waiting to pull me into the darkest parts of my mind, reminding me of the mistakes made.

My past is just a story that I’ve grown rather tired of reading and it does not define me, nor will it ever.

I enjoy the banter of my thoughts, my curiosity for knowledge and the unknown.
No longer do I trip over loneliness crying out for someone to pick me up and make me whole.

I am an entirely unique group of cells, dna and genes pasted through from past generations.
Call off the dogs and search team for love and fulfillment, I’ve found it in myself...