almost.

I’m almost ready to lose everything… I think. Right now I’m in a place where I’m stupendously terrified of what I will end up that I ironically gained more valor in facing every shitload of crap that comes my way. I’m not as scared to scratch the surface of the perfectly shined disk as I used to. I am absolutely certain that I’ll uncontrollably shiver when the time comes that I will lose everything but by then, I know I will boldly pick up the pieces of every broken glass and deal with the blood dripping between my hands. I will lose everything but with that, I will be free to do absolutely anything because, hey, what’s there more to lose?