I know my place.
After a lifetime of hiding behind faces that made the lives of everyone around me comfortable as I crumbled into nothing.
I found my home.
Built into the deepest cracks of myself, I fear I’d never had found them had I not crumbled in the first place.
Once you’ve met the deepest bits of yourself and crawled through into the darkest reaches of your reality.
Once you’ve met death with a smile, and shook her hand, thanking her for all of the things that many would never realize, but you, you’ve seen heaven, you’ve seen hell, you’ve chosen gratitude, you’ve chosen love.
You too will learn your place in this world.
My life is mine to create and I choose to create beauty, to choose collaboration over competition.
I choose to live like I know tomorrow could not be.
I choose to be gentle with myself and others, and to integrate every version that led me here into the version that stands before the world.
I will die.
The only promise granted in life, is death.
Live well.