Tonight my hands are shaking and I'm moving too quickly. I'm shivering hot and cold by turn and it's 29 degrees out.
...This one's my battle.
I've been swinging from the graffitied hallelujah arches for so long that I'd almost forgotten what was written in the little black book: nothing is constant.
we dance on a constant kaleidoscope of human tectonics and I need to relearn the moves.
paint words like "strength", "freedom", "transiency", "beauty" across my cheekbones like silent war chants. fly the flag of a generation who so often forgets. so often hurts so much for it
but tomorrow's a new day and the sun's rising red.
city skyscraper skyline spells out
"t-h-i-s
i-s
w-a-r"