My thoughts were all over the place and I was barely holding things together. I wanted more of everything and there was no limit to what I could accomplish. I was having a fever dream and not looking to cool down anytime soon. Monsoon.
My thoughts were water, torrential and essential. I was speaking the gospel and looking for anyone that would hear me. I know I was speaking clearly, I could hear my own words and I even made sense to myself.
There is no where to put the pin back in, the grenade is already grenading. Oh well.


