Hurt It Out.

I don’t know when the wind blew this in. I must not have been looking. And I don’t know when I stopped writing, but I do hope that is over. I don’t know why harmony and creativity cannot coexist within me. I must learn to strike a balance of not ruining everything I love for the sake of some good words. In an incredibly sadistic way though, I like it. I like the hurt and the questions. Sometimes I need to really take a long ugly look at everything and everyone I have in order to know where I am, and decide where I’m going. I do know the wind wont always blow this way, and I wont always need to talk myself to sleep at night.

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