january

do we have to build a wall over strange desires?
is it compulsory to back away from what makes us stronger?
my feet hurt and my hands bleed
but the drumming in my heart doesn't seem to be stopping.
and my skin has turned red,
then black.
scorched, tanned.
glossed over by time.
i am rock, sand and waves;
i'm never stopping till i get what i want.
now i'm stronger, happier, still not sure of anything,
i'm the most powerful me i've ever been.

buckle up guys
i'm coming