oneWord -- Energy
oneWord: energy
The energy we fight for in our stomachs and bellies is like a hot white red fire blazing its dancing, winding lightning bolts, striking through our toes. I feel the energy of this fire like a lamp lighting me up from the inside, a candle in my face and through my eyes. I feel alive, with goldfish tongues and grenade hands and teeth that are twenty tiny million minutes long. I am so much energy in a thousand lifetimes of despair gone away.
The energy we fight for in our stomachs and bellies is like a hot white red fire blazing its dancing, winding lightning bolts, striking through our toes. I feel the energy of this fire like a lamp lighting me up from the inside, a candle in my face and through my eyes. I feel alive, with goldfish tongues and grenade hands and teeth that are twenty tiny million minutes long. I am so much energy in a thousand lifetimes of despair gone away.