Love inspires my creativity. Some time ago, one was sent to free my mind of religious bonds and certain social fears. He did so, and I am grateful for that.

However, he could not love me properly, and that experience stripped me of this love and creativity...I diminished. I did, but not entirely.

I cannot be totally gone. I cannot be rid of all that is completely and beautifully me. Love has always been my constant companion, my guardian, my helper. Love is my core, and once I have been stripped of all that I am, what remains, still, is my indestructible core. There, you find me. There, I am, and I can expand again..

The day approaches it's end.

Questions enter my head:

How do you want to experience the day's end? You haven't walked today. Do you want to feel accomplished or regretful? Energized or sluggish? Peaceful or worried?

And so...accomplished is better. I choose this.

Energized is better. I choose this.

Peaceful is better. I choose this.

I choose this. I choose this.

Every time I come down, I am changed, and I promise you for the better. I'm processing and healing.

To those of you who are supposed to know me, I'm seeing myself now, and you can too.

This is me being vulnerable, and I'm calling out to you.