my inner soul is a cryptozoologist.

i searched inside before i charged into the night

torch blazing, digging at every mound

exposing every shadow.

i stare into the abyss

(over)confident that my love will carry me over

my need for anything to exist.

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this place means much more to me now.

i feel like dexter with his blood slides.

but for now there is no time.

i have no rest. however.

there is gratitude.

my turkey day ends when i hit the pillow.