This pic is of a bruise, underneath my arm & on my breast. Like my soul it's bruised, bloody, scarred, misshapen, old, & not as innocently naive as it once was. But it's real, it's honest. As Louis C.K. says, it's 'chewed up'...which is a good thing. It still has childlike innocence deep down, a realistic hopefulness, & stronger than I give it credit for.
