Haunted.

My home is haunted by the ghost of my past.

It grips me so tightly here, I have no idea how to live without it.

But more than just its grip, there is also it’s familiarity. That dark, cold hold that pulls me down to a place that I know so well.

My life has changed so many thousands of times over since I first moved to Coeur d’ Alene.

I have been reborn 100 times over from the ashes.

But it just seems like… Every time I put on a new coat of armor, as soon as I am left alone, I start looking for a way to dismantle it completely.

While this process holds the very key to my creativity, it is also a guarantee to have regret later in my life. And I simply MUST find a way to start to unweave myself from it’s hold.

To give myself just a small amount of grace with this, as I still am trying to learn how to merge my creativity with reality.