Still here, floating in the vagrancy and sweat of life debt
I.owe.you the truth I yelled at.my chest as I invest in lapels that fit me best.
Sometimes my brain burns furnaces with true insides screaming mercy for cold water
And then I leave. Restless and adventurous to find a splinter I can pull out and make into my sword.
On guard heart ache.
You can’t take me.