I act quickly, decisively, with no hesitation and fling the door open in brutal opposition to my own will. In just a pair of shorts and black shoes I go outside, outside my head where a bigger thing begins to sing the song of its emergence, and I run for and from my life—hearing each footfall like a gunshot to my head, blasting all the thoughts free from my wildly beating heart.
Let’s do this another day. Let’s do this another day. Let’s do this another day.
It’s Hard To Be Something When Nothing Is Such A Worthy Opponent
