A brittle, dessicated kind of life

That has been weakened outdoors in the sun

Near deafened by the cannon, drum, and fife;

A throat that’s silent, now the screaming’s done.

This is my life, my body, after you.

You pushed me to exceed my own ability.

My b…

For the first time in a long time, I feel like myself. Of course, this does have its pros and cons.

On the pro side, I'm actually social. I can actually engage people in conversation. Conversations that I honestly care about. And about anything! Music, h…