I was not ready…

I don’t know why I was handed this book. I think that many people in my circle are convinced that my heart has turned black.

On the contrary, my heart is mush. Numb and more feely at the same time than it’s ever been.

I am the fox.

I do not wish to be the fox. Nor do I wish for anyone else to be. But there are so many foxes out there.

They’re quiet for a reason. Be with them, but also let them be.

They are equally capable of deep love as they are of deep destruction.

I was not ready…