Everything's changed, but it's still the same

I like it here. It's my safe place. The people who know me here are people I trust. Facebook is staged. This is me raw; shoeless, dirt on my face, in an old t-shirt that hasn't been washed in too long. I'll tell you things I wouldn't tell you in person, but I'll say them anyway, when they need to be said.

No naming names, as usual. There'll be initials and pseudonyms. That's how it works. If you join me on this ride (again, or anew), hang on. I'm not sure where it's headed.

I'm frustrated, yet content. I think that's just how deep thinkers live.

Kalliope. Epic poetry. My life.