Honesty

I'm trying to recognize honesty as not something to be afraid of, but something to live in. 

The honesty, the ugly, the terrifying, the thoughtless and cruel. 

Close my eyes and I can see myself with my arms wide open in the way someone would be in a top-down car or the helm of a racing ship or wherever the sun shines so when you look at me I'm just a silhouette.

I'm coming to place where I'm not afraid again, I'm not afraid that you'll hurt me. It's not that I can't be hurt, it's that I'm learning everyday who I am, and I won't believe any lie they spew at me.

I laugh at lies.

it's okay,

jj