No one had ever told me that I had been nursing a raging storm inside and that the pressure would build until nothing less than my soul spilling would ease it. No one had told me that inside me there were threads of skin, muscle, and fat, and that I was a thing sewn together by the pulsing heat of life, and for me to embrace it, I had to come undone. For all the people I had seen rise above their minuscule existences, I did not know how much ascending life necessitated actually placing it on the line.
