Unknown Author.

My life has been written as a novel with a plot that continuously thickens.
The Author unnamed, a hidden identity who holds the paper but one day the penmanship will be mine to own.
I can erase the past that the leaded pencil carved into my world, but the story still remains faintly beneath the damaged surface.
I am a person who at their core, deeply loves others.
With that said, my vision has been blurred over the years and I can’t always see the reasoning behind sharing kindness in a world that is so atrociously hateful.
Preserving my heart, my love and my overwhelming kindness in an air-tight sealed ziplock baggie has become a self defense mechanism against those who dare to try their hand at contaminating my treasures.