Being Honest With Fiction

I know who you are and I know where you used to hide. But even more, I know the reasons why you hid yourself, even from me.I know why you used to hate the saying, “No matter where you go, there you are!” because no matter how you ran or how you hid, you could never get away from yourself.I get it. You grabbed on to a few things that helped you move from one extreme to the next.I can see it now. I can see the old hallways that used to give you nightmares. I remember the teachers who used to put you down and drive you crazy.It’s okay though.They’re all gone now. I remember how small you were how big school used to seem to you, which is funny to me now because the old hallways and the old schools look so small now.We have grown quite a bit since then.And we know this from an intellectual perspective.Emotionally, however, that scared little kid is still carrying a switchblade in his back pocket, to be like “Jonny Cade” (to act touch and keep himself safe)Then again, the intimidation has…