hmmm
i never really been the type to beg for scraps
i rather be treated like a feral feline than a mutt seized by the whims I contract
as a matter of fact
i honestly feel attacked
mentally contradicting the glory that lies in the epicenter of the fog
hang loosely
tame but mutter profusely
frontal lobe shredded off the miseducation of ingesting spirits
stitched together lovingly in golden ropes sprinkled with a dash of hope
isotopes can't begin to define how intellectually inclined time has made me
or how the divine hands have rung me dry and changed me
damn
i love this me
