“Quit trying to fight it so fucking hard, it’ll all end up the same- just you watch.”

I’m good for laughs and broken fingernails. Digging at an old wound again just to understand the different ways in which it can heal.

You’re a guardian, right? Front and center. Puffed up chest. Fists swinging at the first sight of danger. When are you going to finally point your arrows downwards ? Surrendering isn’t giving up- you know the difference, right? Please tell me you understand that choosing to let the wolves bark is simply an act of grace, even when they show their teeth.

The world will still shift whether you’re fighting it or not. It’s just how this goes. Last night, Jess and I drove up the valley. She rested her knuckles under her chin. Told me they’re still aching after all this time. Says it’s a phantom pain, but she’ll use them how she needs to. I told her to stop searching for a fight because it’s everywhere. We’re surrounded by a world that doesn’t understand the beauty in the human spirit.

With shaking vocal chords that strike words like bullets I tell her, “Quit trying to fight it so fucking hard, it’ll all end up the same- just you watch.” AMT