What if I don't want the monster to stop being a monster?
What if that's the only anchor I have left? What if my sanity depends on being able to point at a bad thing and say, That is the bad thing.
Haven't I already lost enough time losing track of who the enemy is? I've spent half of my life not knowing the difference
between killing myself and fighting back.
"I imagine what the flower wanted to say to the first human trying to name half its petals love me nots: "No. That is not how anything grows.
I think the hardest people in the world to forgive are the people we once were, the people we are trying desperately to not stir into the recipe of who we are now.
