the good part is over all I have with me is my very own song driving through the darkness, doesn't matter how dark, doesn't matter the width and breadth and depth of the ditches and pits, only it must be crossed, and why because there's no alternate way oddly satisfying, this succumbing to the choicelessness, to the inevitable that is this moment, this very moment in which I am crossing ditch after ditch and falling and getting up and getting back and driving further with blood on my knees and knuckles I bathe in all things incurable all day and noon and night whether I am at home or not whether I am alone or not strangeness of the strangest kinds follow me everywhere. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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