I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls with clean blood and organized drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forest sat night when no one else is alive or awake however you choose to see stand I live in my own flames sometimes burning too bright and too wild to make things pastor handle myself or anyone else and, so I run. Run run run far and wide until my bones ache and lungs split and it feels good. Hear that people? It feels good because I am the slave and ruler of my own body and I wish to do with it exactly as I please