And that is a lie. The skull has been cleaned and air dried. I purchased it at an antique shop for $18.00. It once decorated my hearth. When that bastard pulled his stunt, it then sat, wrapped up in green bubble wrap, for oh, five years; one within a storage shed, three outside in the elements, then one year in the garage tucked among the other stuff which need to either be hauled away, donated, or utilized in some fashion.
It is now being used.
I do finish things, but my pace is slow. Sometimes erratic, always with a purpose, most times not in a manner others would prefer.
That’s what happens when you’ve lived your life burning the candle at both ends. When you burn too brightly, you burn out, slow down, change; always change.
When she said, “I don’t like who you’ve become”, I should have retorted, “You never knew who I was.” Because she didn’t. No one does. Even I don’t.
I never will. I’m still learning. I’ll be learning who I am, and am not, until the day I am delivered from this flesh.