So, I faded into the background. I couldn’t force myself in the forefront, I could only hope that one-day peace would come. The one thing I learned is you can’t have peace without truth and what lingers in the dark will always come to light once it’s shone. The more you twine the ball of yarn called life through your fingers, the more it becomes entangled. With that very sentiment, I’ve learned to let the yarn simply glide across my palms as I untangle the things I once knew.