Even without all of the distractions, for the longest time there has been a small part of me that didn't want to let go. Because sometimes in order to truly listen and hear, you have to relinquish control to your busy street of a mind. You have to silence yourself, and be still.
Do you remember when you were small, and you had only seen what your parents had shown you? You barely could remember yesterday, but you had an imagination that stretched past the sky into the heavens. The world was good and there was no wrong. It was just you, your family, and a limitless adventure ahead.
There's no exact moment I can pin point when I stopped listening. I wish that I could tell a story of a girl bursting out from beneath the surface of self-hatred and embracing a life of love. But there just isn't one. My story goes something like this.