Wolves in the Piano, Wolves Underneath the Stairs

what is it, edward lc jung

When I started this blog I emailed my friends and family. Told them to look, listen, and read their way into my life. That this blog would help them see things the way I did. That I had nothing to hide. Then one day I discovered my own secrets. The ones that would cover you in that thick clay-like mud. all the way to your elbows. were to try and undercover them. And I also discovered burying them deeper doesn’t mean they will never be found, only that uncovering them will be messier. In short, and to quote a better poet than i, "one day I just woke up and the wolves were all there, wolves in the piano, wolves underneath the stairs”. In shorter, one day I woke up and had everything to hide. So no, I will not say “It will all make sense when you are older” or even “It will all make sense eventually”. I will only try and tell you my story from my perspective. And not just in my words, but in pictures and parables and other people's words. Because I believe I have something important to say and contrary to appropriate social ettiqutte, that having nothing to hide is much better.