From internalizations

Too Much To Ask

Wrapped around my heart is a string of knots. Each knot is specially tied, one of a kind. Sometimes they are untied, and sometimes new ones are put in their place. And sometimes old knots become undone, just to be retied a year or two later. It’s been said that I never do something without reason, and it’s true. When I decide its time for one to come undone, my heart cracks just a bit. And my mind goes in circles, wondering. It doesn’t like losing knots, especially those that become weathered with time. I’ve gotten better at the untying…

Who I am and who I’m not

“What we do comes out of who we believe we are” -Rob Bell I’ve always been very aware of my thoughts and emotions, what they mean, what they might mean, how to handle them according to my morality, how others might perceive them to mean, and how I view myself based off of them. I…