LYING NAKED ON THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR

This is what it feels like each time I meet face to face with truth.

The cool precise blade that cuts away all that is fake to reveal what lies beneath.

Purity.

Innocence.

Softness.

Love. 

There is no hiding place anymore. 

Everything is revealed and laid bare. 

Raw and vulnerable. Potent. Painful. Real.

It feels like death. 

The truth is that the script was never mine and is being burnt to a cinder and reimagined.

Each and every time.

Frame by frame, deconstruction of what was false.

Waiting in the vacant space for the next revelation of truth.

Of knowing. Of love. Of being. Of faith.

Making space for the epic movie of my purest existence to come to life. 

This is rebirth. This is freedom. 

This I choose every time.

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