Granted, my efforts thus far have been less than successful, however when was the last time I ever really gave up on anything I believed in? It's no longer in me to walk away from something I care deeply about or feel a dense passion towards and perhaps that is the true meaning of this new life I have found. To learn to be a fighter without turning to stone. A strong fighter but a gentle lover.
I may very well be alone here, in this big bad city, without a true love to my name but it is this very loneliness that has granted me a world of time to explore for myself. It has allowed me to see life through my own eyes instead of someone else's.
This time is about living and I am determined to out-stand whatever this concrete jungle has in store for my time here.
I have the biggest and most open heart - one that I will not allow those who are wreckless with it destroy. It is worn on my sleeve... which is exactly where I like it and where it will continue to belong.
