i shed selves like a skin. i meet people that demand a better self than the one i was before. who grate along the accolades of inauthenticity. i meet these people to remind myself of how i hide behind comfort. i distract. from the truth, the passion the dreams. i pretend they’re not there because taking up a space that big requires a belief in your own self-worth. i don’t talk much about the visions in my dreams with others anymore. i distract. and in turn i risk growing smaller, a pruning stage for self-doubt and consequences. i can’t trust you if i don’t trust myself. i can’t undo the pain through pleasure. it has to hurt. the mark of a lesson. but i don’t want this opportunity to come so far down the line— i want it now. to stop dancing in graveyards. to stop burying things when i’m scared of their death. i hold on for so long it’s me that chokes. so let this site mark the emptiness that comes from a lack of trust, lack of honesty & the hollowness of hiding. let me forget the rhythm in these steps as quickly as that sun set. for its the Blood & the Bones. you can only see one after you’ve seen the other.