Distance

Things are changing. Whether it be for the better or worse I'm not entirely sure yet, which makes it difficult to gage. I would hope that it would be for the better, and not just for me, but certain situations have arisen causing me to believe otherwise. Distance is a double edged sword allowing you to fight off your thoughts, feelings, and insecurities but it cuts up your hands all the while leaving you scarred and red for all to see. I'm going to Oslo today, and I'm bringing my scarred red hands with me and I won't mind if people see them. I'll hold them up high knowing that I've grown, that I've learned my lesson, that there are others with scarred red hands just like mine.

-Xavier