The pen is a catalyst for my pad therapy sessions.
Growing through insecurities and life’s very deep lessons.
To Young David i’m putting the pieces back together.
As my mindspace un-shatters.

Black Bay is the catalyst for bettering the struggles im battling.
Mind darker than long days during summer scaffolding.
Set the stage for better memories, 
And a much better me for what ever comes after this.

If you asking then Discomfort is the catalyst for a better us.
The space I need to work to be better at all I’m mastering.
Communcation, honour, and making sure I hold space for the ones that truly matter.
We go together like hydrogen to oxygen atoms.
Oddly enough two similar souls are attracting.

What’s better than a better me for me?
And a better me for everyone I need to support?
I found myself back at God’s door asking him?
And for the first time in a long time,
I’ve been reminded that my last true prayer was the biggest blessing he had ever answered me.
So why question him now?
When truly I think I may have just felt his presence. 
Crawling outta kaidas. 
I might need Ed and Loraine to help scrap demons.
But I’m getting to the finish line while all my worst ways I’m lappin’ ‘em.

~The Fewture
:Black Bay Journaling 
June 2nd: 6:00p.m