Sometimes inspiration needs to be sorted out of chaos. I kind of like it like that.
Sometimes chaos needs to be sorted out of my head. This is where it goes.
Is it enough to look back and try to find lessons in my past? Can any kind of wisdom come out of being broken and then hastily pieced back together? I know the past has shaped me – perhaps to an even greater extent than I can acknowledge, but I’m starting to accept that it need not define me. I’ve changed – I’m still changing, so I guess I can’t be defined at all.