as i enter another transition, one that i may be brave enough to share someday, but not today. 35 is fast approaching, it looks nothing like i planned! as new found insights invade, destroy, and challenge old ways of thinking, acting, doing, hell just being; i realize the obstacle that must be overcome is me. the matrix is not that which your eyes see.
i started pulling threads on the truth when i first learned to speak. always asking why? ok, but why? why? some threads came to an end. while others are in a frayed pile stuck to my shoe wrapped around my wrist and tied to my middle finger. yet never wishing for the blue pill. the truth is far more fascinating.
…& then there was a kiss that changed the game!