All It Is Is WIll

… and as this realization washes over me, I find an emblem of strength among the ashes of my ruins. I’ve been impervious to eyes- summoning ambiguous masks to cover my face- hiding behind phantoms that scream the chorus of my consciousness, but tonight… tonight I’m weaving my fingers into the strands of a better destiny. Tonight I’m leaving this melancholy world behind, grasping control and working towards self-sufficiency. No longer will I let the claws of wolves sit under my skin. Time to let these wounds heal into delicate scars, carving my body into the reflection of my story… and therefor reflection of my soul.

If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that in the end… you’ve only got yourself. Now I need to do this for myself… I’m able… and now I’m willing.