Things change, people change, situations molding and folding us into a morphed beings. What works for me is something you can't see. My life has been roses and violets but flowers die within moments in the hot burning sun. Cactus are prickly and some not even pretty but they can take the heat of the desert. Protecting themselves with thorns and thistles but look under them is a small mouse keeping hid from a bigger being. I won't judge you for things that you do cause I don't understand the way that you do. I might be taller and thicker, muscles ripping but inside my heart there might be a mouse looking for a safe haven under a thorny cactus.
