Reflections yield unexpected results. I’ve been looking into myself, discovering what was allowed versus what was accepted. I realized something. I have only had jobs with high turnover rates, and this shuffling of personnel has created an expectancy in me that has carried over into my personal life by slow, repetitive indoctrination. I treat people as seasons rather than family. It started as early as 20. I worked a valet job. When it first happened, I didn’t notice. I found myself shaking...

How can the king hope to sing again With vocal cords ripped by the queen’s hand?

One connection tying them all together even when it is undone