…. how quickly time flies. It has been more than a year since I have been on this site. I can’t say much has changed. Time does not heal. The only part of Jack that is left is the weasel popping out of this box. I keep shoving him back in but something draws me to turn the handle to watch him pop out again. Some days I ache for the truth. Truth is I will never know the truth. Truth is .. the truth is what I feel, what I believe, and what I know. I can believe the good. Or I can believe the evil. Everyday is a different truth. Conflicted. Like this fucking toy.