Semi-Daily Scribbles

Behind the locked door, Peter was uncomfortable with his nearness to the truth. He wanted to show a brave front to the world, but his hidden desires brought upon him more shame than joy. Peter knew he could wither away in his dark-paneled room waiting for the right combination of emotions to set him free. The choice was his, and Peter feared that power. He could continue to live squarely in a roundabout way, or he could paint circles around his doubters and stand out amongst the crowd. Peter needed to think of his stained fingers and strained relations as currency rather than a curse. A tainted past was no reason for Peter to quit his night job.