Feeling my spine bend with chills as my face swell with a unique smile; I’m flustered, because the sensation is indescribable – it’s been this way for a while.
It’s time for the big war, particularly a war that doesn’t keep score; do anyone believe in anything anymore?
My only mission has been to succeed, all while honoring the things that created me, and believe in; winning the battle without having to wear my soul thin.
I chose this path for myself, because other creativity to me feels intimidating; I can make sunlight to be bright, not dark, and in my days I’ve seen those very hearts. I often decide to stray from false acts of militating.