I've been on the wrong track, trying to write fiction when I have so much real stuff floating around up here. Maybe it's that I've been forcing something that is there but it's not ready to come out. The truth is that I am a survivor of a lot of stuff... Stuff that needs to come up, out of that hidden place- of darkness, of fear, of self-loathing and shame.
I'm not a ray of sunshine down in there- though my friends would disagree. I'm "inspiring... Considerate... Positive..."
In this little corner of the Internet there is a lot of that. A lot of hiding behind cliches, behind brightness and happy little ditties expressing the sunshine of positive, glowing, shiny people.
There is NOTHING WRONG WITH THOSE PEOPLE! On the surface I am one of those...but mostly a hypocrite who really needs to reach in and examine the really down low dirty self. I'm not evil, I just have slightly broken wings- and those wings might be broken, and be coated in ashes, but they're MY WINGS.
And I will never fly without them!
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