I don't want this for anyone else.
Life hurts too much in these genes.
It's a sting that is beyond explanation; something you can't pass down, get through, overcome.
You search.
And as much as I'd love to love something from inside of me, I know it's innocence will be burdened by all I can't overcome.
My art school babies....those gentle beings...is what I live for. Our past doesn't need to come from the same, but it's aligned in a similar place. A community of white flags. "Finally I fit in." "I know I should be here." I support.
But I can't bring another life into this place with these struggles I know too well.
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