and i just showed up

Spending my time sleep walking, moving my mouth, but not saying a thing. Hoping the changes would take by working their way from the outside in. I was in love with an idea. Preoccupied with how a life should appear. Spending my time at the surface repairing the holes in the shiny veneer. // There are so many ways to hide. There are so many ways not to feel. There are so many ways to deny what is real. And I just showed up for my own life. And I'm standing here taking it in and it sure looks bright.