Some times I feel like I am one word away from falling apart; but each word I create anew gives me strength to hold on a while longer; witness my. metamorphosis. It also reminds me to not violate the sanctity of my silence with impulsive negativity I love life and everything it entails what needed to be expressed is no(w) expressed and I am still alive and as always ready to keep kicking my own behinds gently who pays attention to knives in the back? Stab wounds itch - tickle tickle while I heal. Just that. As always

Monday 22:18

 Keep smiling