Giving blood,

keeping faith.
And I'm still right here.

Completely content with who I am. Satisfied with the fact that I am never satisfied with who I am. Content to know that there is civil unrest inbetween my ribs and my spine. And completely ok to be nothing but a contradiction to myself. Confident in the insecurities that dwell within my head. And comfortable in the certain of uncertainty no matter how meticulously I plan.

I'm still right here.