What also ran into all of this was a realization that there is no there, that I've been looking for.
It is the forgiveness, and acceptance that was developing for yourself was also developing for others, was coloring in their silhouettes.
The mind is not a clock. It will manipulate and move anything around it needs to in protecting itself, yourself.
Because like everything else in life, these pieces that make up the whole are complex, simple, honest, and lying, all at the same time.
to throw them at the wall like spaghetti to see if they'll stick. Almost a character study in a vampire's life, there's nothing looking back at me when I check the mirror.
The signs we put up at first are right on the edges of those places of thought, right next to the addictions, those destinies of disaster.
Those same automatics that bring about relapses because of what I describe as that other definition of H.A.L.T., as half assed lazy thinking.