... I'm still wading through a dark tunnel, waist-high rubber boots on, as I trudge through the sewage and toxic water.
I've been opaque. I've been a little mundane and neglectful of this outlet... of life...
of people. I've been reclusive and out of touch... on purpose.
With purpose.
Balance off kilter, my mean-streak is in full force and I've been taking no prisoners.
Life is a damn trouble making bully, and doesn't seem to want to relinquish its hold on me, I've got the battle scars to prove it.
I definitely think I'm being tested. My way isn't far off... I do see a light flickering in the horizon...
I'm Tiffani, the author of Coffee Rhetoric. Click my face to learn more.
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At times like that I want to break things that I shouldn't. That or openly defy a superior.
It's that flicker that you hold onto so you've got the right idea by writing through it. These are the things that make for an interesting and creative person. You're a fighter so it's not ever a question of if you'll succeed...simply when...
- Cyet
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