be still.

Uncontrollable.

It’s gonna happen.

This way or that way.

Don’t diminish his power.

Whatever you see as distractions are truly stepping stones on the floating path of redemption. It’s needed.

Stop holding your breath. Pop that freaking bubble.

I’ve been letting this sit for too long, the fear of a faulted reputation. The fear of being perceived.

Pull back the curtain. It’s time.

Not always my proudest moment but right now, the clarity is blurring. Where am I to reside?

Official Phase 1.