I’m a free spirit who never had the balls to be free.
It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.
I was amazed that what I needed to survive could be carried on my back. And, most surprising of all, that I could carry it.