Stay Put On My Sleeve

I didn't move to this city to get hard, despite what those around me might try to have me believe. Maybe it is instead my real mission to teach this hard city what it means to be soft and tender.

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.