November Skies | Thomas Barfod

I am a stubborn little bitch.

When I feel something should be a certain way, I don’t easily waver. I can be back and forth and indecisive about a lot of things….well most things actually. But there are those rare ideas that I feel very strongly about. And if anyone tries to make me feel otherwise they are in for a battle. They will have to fight and fight hard to prove to me I’m wrong.

And the fight won’t be easy. Because I fight hard. Because when it looks like I’m out of ammo, I’m really just planning my next move. Because I like epic battles. Because I don’t always fight fair. Because I fight with blinders on.

But the blinders always come off at one point. And I see the battlefield. And everything beyond it. I turn around and see the dust settling on the path I left. I see the casualties. I see my losses. And I stop for a moment.

But I ways turn around. And I never toss my weapon. Because I know what I’m fighting for.

And I never bring a white flag with me.