Defender. Warrior. Protector of mankind.
Looking closely only to see things upside down or backwards. Thoughts reeling, spiraling. Calculating. Mulling it over in my bed. Dreaming it over again. It seems, sometimes, there’s no escape. There is only riding the waves up and
hopefully finally down. Is this freedom? I refuse to accept that.
How could something so innately human and organic, be so intricate. I fight to keep intrusive thoughts at bay. To keep them from invading the splendor I’ve built. To protect my youthful vigor. To keep me from destroying me.
I’m forging ahead.