There are nights when I feel unstoppable. Tonight is not one of them. Sometimes I could rule the world with an iron fist. But often my hands are covering my wet eyes and wiping my foaming mouth. I'd like to be as armor plated on the outside as I feel vulnerable on the inside. For once I'd like to hone my aggro instead of giving in to my inner emo. Talking loud and saying nothing. Self-absorbed brilliance is a fake reality. If I could quiet the noise in my head I might hear what my heart is trying to tell me. I'd stop plugging up my ears if I knew what else to do with my middle fingers. Master of a destiny as yet unwritten. Weighed down by the crutch of yesterday. Holding on to nothing right now. Creating the perfect monster. Me.
The further adventures of a well-lived life explored.