I feel like Chris Cornell in Fell on Black Days. I looked down at my pants and hoodie before I started writing this, and shuddered. They're like my cape and cowl. They're representative of a duty I want to shun, but I know I can't. I've got to head outside [and meditate.] I don't have to. But I know I will. As sure as the sun will come up.
Trump Smile Sun, won't you come? Wash away the rain...
I ain't bathed in days. It's like I'm back to the horrible days. Weeks inside, no human contact. (I was homeschooled for two years. Spoiler alert: My social skills and happiness died halfway through.) Fuck it, now. I won't give up. I'm Iron Man. The guy who irons every day.
Smashing terrorists...
and wrinkles.
Sun picture © Redbubble
Iron Man picture © Amanda Cawthon on Pinterest
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