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.