And so begins the senseless sentimentality that I have always mocked. I know there’s a lot of value in writing stuff down—don’t get me wrong—I just feel like it can be dangerous. I mean honestly, human emotion + technology as a communicative medium can sometimes make a big mess. I’m clumsy with a pen, but I need to get all this junk out of my head so I can externally process it. Thankfully, I type much faster than I write.
The leaf means redeemed. It's compensation for all my deficiencies. The leaf means shameless. Not naked or trendy, simply covered. And there's no need to force fitting-in when you're wearing a giant leaf. The leaf means balance. Safe to be dangerous, loved to be loving, an advocate of both justice and mercy. This leaf is lasting - it won't fall off or fade. A holy veneer, it always protects and guards. Represented and taken care of. The leaf is Christ, my perfect covering.
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