I'm going to go beat up some iron. Screw it! The hurt feels good - makes me grow. You'll be kicking ass and taking names in the blink of an eye. Bump in the road. Minor inconvenience. Strap your boots on and blast off. No one or thing can take away your creative spirit. Freedom there.
Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.
