PlotHead

Warring with enemy-esque energies is a form of entertainment…that I’m trying to lay to rest. Because it forces me to acknowledge people who would literally be dead to me…if I was mature enough to take the high road. The growth I desire…encourages me to ignore all provocation. The growth I’ve acquired…follows ‘lay where you play’ logic. And my lived reality suggests both options…eventually lead to death. We either allow our voice to die, from our refusal to use it. Or, we kill off our humility…by forcing our voice to be heard. Peace isn’t found in either. So I found my balance in between. This allows me to say just enough, to guide souls into graves they dig for me. But not enough to fall in behind them.