A collection of epiphanies

The Animal Inside is Tamable

The faint yet monumental ambiance of a camp fire.

Brings warmth and can paint sentimental goodbyes with your cries.

Put into an urn.

A burn and the suet.

So instead the man, of this story finds a different path.

Don't laugh.

There that popping, non stopping noise caught me.

So I turned my head to the sea bed, like I meant to have said.

When we are dead, the cold mint taste will block out the fear of any other ending.

Never ending, unknown thoughts.

This tome plots, in your slot.

Beneath the sea.

Be neat and see.

This animal inside of we.

Painted in skin and muscle.

To be able to handle a tussle.

Taught to keep it tamed and never let it go.

Becoming it's foe.

You begin to know, that thing you keep inside.

Could be unleashed to keep you alive.