table talk
Eyes open, every single cell stirring and super charged, exuding atomic potency, swelling with absolute capability to restore myself back to sanctum, the stark tenacity of my verve is paramount. I’m going to write and write, till the ink leaves stains, hemorrhages black and blue, blending every bruise ever acquired or earned. I’ll be that travel sized explosion which cannonades the sphere, or the nation, you, your family. I’m going to coin a plan, and be as good as possible to this little life that’s taken to trailing my footfall. I’m going to revivify myself, you’re either in or out.