I rise again. Digi pen WordPress finesse.

I’m tired so I chug iced beans supreme.

Im op tea mystic; why is this?

Sunrise please come find me.

I’m at the edge of the world where its time time begins.

I’m ahead of the clocks like the solstice.

Being alive in itself is a protest.

The wind blowing but I’m walking against the grain.

Maintaining and somehow staying sane.