I thought I was done being hard on myself; being ironic and inconsistent.
I thought my heart was set on an amazing vision; my conviction seemed strong enough.
But deep inside… all I was waiting for is a way to let it all out. To correct myself. To face it all and bleed till it all runs dry.
I felt the breeze gently calming me; i made a charming smile that I sometimes use to deceive myself and others.. that everything is alright even though it isnt.
I am reminded NOT to despise correction, no matter how painful it is. Now the awful question remains unanswered…
Which correction will define who I am?