skeletons always come out of the closet

whether we want them to, or not. What is it they say? What’s done in the dark will always find a way to shine?

it’s true. Intentions don’t matter. Actions and words do. So when your actions don’t match up with your words, how easily can you look in the mirror and call yourself a liar?

how easily can you forgive yourself, too?

I still can’t look in the mirror all the time. In fact, more often than not I avoid my reflection. Just for a little while. Kind of like those “pardon the dust” signs you see in store they’re remodeling. Don’t look yet. You won’t like what you see. But it’s a work in progress. When the mess is cleaned up, you won’t even recognize what was there before.

we have that capability too. I do too. I’ll look in the mirror and I won’t recognize the monster that I’ve been, so many lifetimes had passed. And I’ll smile, my big goofy grin, and she’ll smile back. And I won’t look away.

but for now? Pardon the dust. I’m a work in progress. Not much longer, now.

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