It’s the wild that fuels me, but it’s the delicate that always takes hold.

I’ve spent far too long trying to grasp the unwilling answer to “Who Am I?” I’ve wanted to capture it in a jar like lightning, to wrap it up in a pretty box with a bow, to listen as someone else provides the answer. But in all my 30 years, none of that has happened. And it probably never will. So this is as close as I’ve gotten to answering it; this is the summation of who I am right now. 

Both parts are necessary. Both halves are valid. But only together can they make up my whole. Only together can they speak truth.