Not dwelling on a fucking thing today. so much. so many fucking considerations. so many ways to go wrong in the possibility. spit again in the face of providence and hours until i'm gone and the world opens up a little wider for me.
In the van. on the road. on a mission from who knows what goddamn deity is knocking on my door this week wishing i would remember a little something of my past and unkept pestering.
Such a promising child.
Something of a light.
But the darkness clouding that piety isn't so ominous as it once seemed. so let the clouds roll in. let the rain take me and my bathing beauty's dry eye winking.
Just put your head down and run.