I’ve been craving something real.

But every time it gets close…
I create distance.

Storms don’t destroy a man who is willing to grow.

They refine him.

And I’m still here.

I used to chase intensity.

Now I pay attention.

And that’s where everything changed.

The old version of me is gone.

Not perfectly.
Not cleanly.

But enough to know…

I can’t live there anymore.