A wound with fireworks.
You're the smartest, most dangerous idea in any room. Underneath the fireworks is a wound with your name on it: someone left, and you decided to be too much before anyone could find you too little. You'll blow up a good thing just to see if it was ever real. The Eye sees past the noise: the chaos isn't the problem you're solving. It's the question 'will you stay if I'm like this?'
Get your read — free on iPhoneThe question your chaos keeps asking out loud.