For so long I toiled to find answers in names, people, myself...for that manner.
Solitude grants maybe, solace.
It lays in honesty though, vulnerability — An openness to your own wounds.
What is said, cannot be taken back.
But those in the process of a doing.
Hold the weight to right a wrong that just might become a new verb, word — a new function of their own causality to change our paracausal forces...forever.