unearthed

I've been digging up these pieces...fragments of myself that have been hidden deep below the surface...each one of them, like a buried treasure. I am the only one who knows how to put them back together.

At the same time, I am uncovering truths...things that have been concealed from me, unknowingly. This story, though, is a bit more complicated and I may never see the complete picture.

You said that my writing could sell books. I never thought so. Perhaps it's because the words speak to you.

Love is a cage...these words on a page, carry the pain, they don't free it.