Here I am again.
Scars on the arms and aches in the soul.
Not knowing what is going on but finding it all too familiar.
And fearing that I know all too well the answer to that question, "So what happens now?"
I'm a rambling mass of inconsistencies, some hidden and some all too apparent. A "messy human", wishing to be visible and yet invisible, cherishing my differences but longing to fit in.