Jun 5
&. in my years , at my most desperate , i believed that if i dug deep enough into myself i could get close to gouging out the rot that so plainly stained my spirit; had i better aim , i might have spared carving furrows into the little light still residing therein. wiser , yet no less desperate for my own cure , i still wonder at the possibility of tearing out the guts of wrongness inside me to salvage the good i know must still be worth saving.