before i find peace.

I’ve let myself get bashed apart over and over. I stood back and watched like it was an experiment. The ocean dulls the sharp edges of glass, and similarly I hope my curiosity and compassion don’t break me to pieces before I find peace.

belong to one another.

My hand is a wide flat toad resting on the wheel. Look at your hand on the wheel. If you see a wide flat toad let me know. Our hands might belong to one another.

shields are up.

 I try to put ethics first. And logic. I’ve always kept that close to my heart. 

I’m happy with what I’ve seen and who I’ve shared time and energy with. I’ve done well on that. 

Through all of that though, my idealism has taken a hit. Shields are up.