i’m turning into everything i never wanted to be. change and adapt. change and adapt. just breathe just breathe just one more step just one more step
because now i have mantras for everything. for everything needed to keep me from crashing off this teeny-tiny ledge i decided to climb up on. and like an idiot child balancing on train tracks to get a better look at that large on-coming hulk of brilliant machinery, i’ve decided to play with dragon fire (which everyone knows is the worst kind. or that’s what all of my fantasy books i keep reading tell me). and i’ve elected not to use proper grammar, or capitalization. not for any statement, but because i know the rules (haphazardly anyways, sleeping seemed much more important then my free public high school education at the time) so i’ve decided i can break all of those rules and just roll out on my own. and i know i’ll never craft the Fitzgerald-esque sentence of my dreams, but i let go of those long ago, because i didn’t have the sort of training necessary to hold onto a slick fish (i’ll never make it in pikes place as a fish-throwing entertainer).
i have to make this little patch of ink mean something, otherwise my rash (not really) decision will have been for nothing.
