Your battle..My battle..Our battle...

I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for your battle.

I was fighting my own.

There’s a shiver in my legs,

A tremor like the earth speeding up,

Spinning off into uncharted orbits.

Scary isn’t it?

But what wonderful thing didn’t start out scary?

I don’t know what the next page is for you,

But whatever it is for me I swear I’m not going to fuck it up.

I’m not going to yawn off in the middle of a sentence and hide it in a drawer.

Peel off these dusty wool blankets of apathy and antipathy and cynical desiccation.

I want life in all its stupid sticky rawness.