Testing, testing.

Rewind to Earth Day, I suppose I’m still there. Counting from one to eight as if the repetition has made a difference. I don’t ever realize I’m doing it. A lot of habits, a lot of thoughts are masked; my only conventional way of suppressing negativity. Suppressing memories. I have indulged myself in so many creative outlets because maybe I will be understood this way. The fear living in the corner of my mind tells me no one will ever understand. Maybe I’m being tested, the most unfair battle.