“Some days I’m much better than others.  My mother always said that bored people are boring people and I’m starting to believe her.  Starting to believe that I’m better off running away.  That when I’m here I’m an open door to danger’s deviance.

Goodnight to today in hopes of a good morning tomorrow.  This is me at my worst trying my best but it feels like me trying my best at being my very worst.  Where did I fall apart and invite vulnerability in for a drink?  Is it the sign on the door or the lamp on the porch?  Uninviting, you carry such stigma but how falsely accused you stand indeed.  Carry on without me, I’ll sit out and watch someone stronger, older, and wiser reinvent the wheel.  Carry on and on your back I’ll be embracing the epitome of a gladiator.  My own personal strength in time of need.

That no temptation, no danger, no evil will stare me square in the eyes because it’s through you it must stare.  You are my strength, my only way out.”