A new thing is happening.
A spirt that was once dead is starting to become alive.
The worry of pleasing is not the burden to succeed.
Thinking of the monster that live under the skin, but secretly knowing they are your best friends.
This is the new take on the journey ahead.
Will the bags be pack, or will the towels have to be thrown in to hide the stink from you?
These are the questions that used to run through you.
Now they are running around you and you are dodging the bullets as they hit.
The greatest love is not knowing that it is love. That is the love that you have and the one you have given away.
Misconception 