I’ve really tried to be as transparent about my life as possible. I’ve been more honest at times when I was afraid and I believe that not just owning what and who you are is good for you, but for those around you…But I’ll be honest, sometimes it really is a challenge not to stop and allow some amount of mystery to return to my life. I just get worn out from trying to be as transparent as possible and yet find myself against an opaque counter part. It’s a struggle still finding more parts of me that are still opaque and translucent and finding the clarity of them.

I’m tired…And I just can’t give it up, not because sometimes I don’t want to. But something in me just won’t let me. Is it my conscious? Is it my soul? Could it be Jesus? What ever it is. I’m indebted to it. I am the most tired I’ve ever been, but I’m also the most happy.