i have done it.

in a drunken haze i have never felt more clear and crisp and real than i do now. i am shedding old skin, sewing together new from the rags sprawled out in front of me. from each day and each month, each year i have let myself down - i am sewing with vigor and going off on a tangent i hoped would come. here it is. yes. 

i will not be used for validation.

i will not allow anyone to gut me with their words,
because i write, i should know just how empty an adjective can be.