Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

With those who don't have to love you.

April 19, 2019


I think I've decided to rely on full disclosure more often than not. You know, when appropriate. Perhaps if I stop acting as if something isn't bothering me when it is, when asked, I'll tell the truth. Perhaps we're all alike in our neurosis, that as different as they may be from one another, they don't need to separate us. Perhaps, if we could speak them aloud, we'd all fit like a puzzle, filling in strength where others lack it, shoring up worries by those who have been where we are.


Perhaps if we were all just simply, and without drama, transparently honest with each other, we'd all sleep better at night. 

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