Seasons…
I, sigh
I’m heavy ,it’s a mantra at this point isn’t it?
I’m heavy, I’m tired, I’m upset, I’m frustrated, I don’t know what to do? Yea that sounds a lot like me.
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I don’t know how to fail, and I could tell you the story of his this originated but that’s okay. I don’t know how to fail. Failure to me is like a slow excruciating death, like grief. Failure to me is proof that every negative word was true. It’s crazy because realistically you must fail to win, live, thrive.
I meant how to hide and now I can’t stop hiding, I’m trying but even now when I try, it’s like I am seen but not quite. so I go back to hiding…Every layer is fodder for fire but in true me fashion, I never listen.
So now I cling deeper to the shadows because if I come out to the light, my nakedness can be seen and it’s not pretty so I’m hiding and whilst u do, I know they’re hunting for me, they hunt for my blood and soon soon, they will find me.
Nothing, no one, can hide forever
This doesn’t feel like a season, it is the season of the hunt maybe
