There is a dragon inside that mildly asked for her hand back- to describe and utilise this sense of discerning and twisted insipidity amidst a crazily kind of confiscated Bliss!
This is it. This is every little nuanced thing, which s w i m s unshakable within, until..
The bounds of courage and creative calculation (and resilience) CAN
CALM ITSELF down… down… …
And
D
O
W
N
To “enough now.” Pow… MOTHERFUCKIIING POWWW!!
And the gloves are off, soft to the touch- HE must meet himself in the middle of when.. he was eleven again…
Never will the world stop turning as he earns his every worth…
Even as his breath AtTeMpTs to confiscate itself amidst deafening misbehaviour of Brain
This
Is
Equilibrium- So, go fuck your self ocd
