Mmkay, let’s get started. It’s been a rough summer. Like fucking, let’s tie her up in rusty ass chains, attach it to the hitch of a pickup truck, then drive along the 101 at 80+ mph, and if she smacks into two dozen passing cars, oops, kind of summer.
I’m kinda, in this moment lost. The yellow brick road is underneath my feet, and I can see the path in front of me. But the chains are still there. And while the truck, and the freeway, and the cars aren’t there. There’s still a lock. Only difference, the key is in my hand. My skin has been torn apart, gotten infected, healed, then reopened, torn, infected, an