Letting the truth speak for itself.

Imagine for a moment that you knew - exactly - how long you had left to exist. To be able to calculate it to the cent.

In that moment of recognition, we saw each other exactly as we are, without masks or the politeness and softness that finds its way into our conversation.

I refuse to live in a world without truth. I refuse to stay wrapped in chains of comfort and lies and the same fucking violence I've experienced my entire life.

When the fire is truth, and the logs are the weight you've been carrying for a lifetime without realizing it... burning isn't destruction. It's freedom.