again with this facing mortality? attacking my nervous system? psedotumor? vision loss?
you know where you fucked up, right?
it was allowing the synchronicity to get through. it was allowing me to know being breathless from ailment, effort and passion. the sweet and the sour.
it’s my life it’s better left to chance i could have missed the pain, but i have had to miss the dance.
and fuck that and fuck you.
im gonna do my thing. period