A good number 34

HA. Ha. and HA.

'Hey Mister, don't forget your coat!'

So yes, I'm done with a lot of things. I have an extra pair of shoes, a flare, and a sharp knife (you know, to keep the hungry wolves away). I'll go back to living a silent life, away from the constant bustle of the grabbing hands of strangers. I'll go back to being a flighty, nervous chicken, weary of everything, trying to avoid being coaxed out of the shadow. I'll keep my gifts locked away from all those who wish to exploit them. I've ridden that wave long enough, and it's heading in the direction of a rocky outcrop. I still find it amazing, and I do not regret any of it.

What would you have me say?

Go ahead, by all means...

We all have raised tempers, we have acted in an untimely fashion, we all have hidden behind some mask at some points in our lives. It seems though, there are those unwilling to remember, unwilling to forget, unwilling to be ashamed. Where's the fun of that? I'm not/was ever void of emotion, I suffer too much of it at a time. Don't expect me to be human so you can take advantage of me. No one is ever willing to remeber the positives. Instead, they write people off because of the negatives. If I would have written off those I met, there would not be any good memories that still make me smile from time to time. Be angry, be resentful, but if that wears away and you still cannot smile, you have burned yourself, not me.

I'm not out seeking battle. I'm not out trying to suck off what other people have. I'm not out to swing fists without negotiation first. That implies that you can't know anything about yourself if you don't fight, even if that means getting the crap kicked out of you for defending what you feel.

Progression, progression, progression. It is for everyone.