Yan's Labyrinth

I wish sometimes I could peel away my scars like scabs. Or shed them like old skin... Watch them fall away and evaporate into dust, Leaving no traces of their prior existence. I wish my scars weren't so deeply embedded, That they would stop choosing when to appear 'healed' and when to resurface... Causing more damage, than good. Bringing it's past injuries and burdens and slights into the present,  Tainting the beauty and possibilities of a present situation. I wish I were constantly able to wear the strength of my scars... Because despite how much they haunt us, They have such resilience and longevity... Bravado... .... And guts... Constantly reminding us that they aren't going anywhere. Constantly showing us that they, these scars are apart of us.... Apart of our package, Apart of our spirit, Our demeanour... Our past, present and future... And that ultimately, if we have any intentions of Truly living, Truly loving, Truly 'Be'-ing... ...

Hello there. How are you? Let me tell you a little about myself. I have an unmatched appreciation for laughter. An immense craving for intellect. A desire for self discovery. A penchant for the unknown. The curiosity of a kitten. A hunger for creativity... I've never been lucky in love, nor have I been unlucky. I have just been in it. Love. Every moment, every act, every verse... I've fallen so many times and gotten back up inspite of it. I think too much yet I am gravely impulsive. My deepest thoughts are spoken with my eyes. And my laughter is my heart. I feel... I feel with my soul. And I live through my mind. I am spontaneous, unusual and... me. I am whimsy and stories and art. I am sad songs and abrasive humour. I am honesty. I am pain. I am doubt and contradiction. I am strength and rejuvenation. Belief and fight. I am many things... most of them indescribable. Put simply, I am human... Every day. Just human. -Y. Salmon