i hear the dark night of the soul is a time of great creation; wonderful learning…

a remaking of one’s self

so, yeah… it’s pretty hard, each day, to wake up in to my night — i have faith that i will one day wake in the light… and i see rays of hope streaming through the cracks in my walls

and i’m always grateful for visiting hours in the prison i’ve made

it’s hardcore to dismantle one’s fortress… worth it, i’m sure — and hardcore.

and i can honestly say, i am grateful for the joy i believe is alive in Liz today