(trouble fines)

My brain is the curious anchor that keeps me from going off that fucking deep end where all my heroes end up stunted and slated in the wake of remembrance. not where they fucking ought to be. just where it ends up. the line that chokes philosophy. cries murder and the fire that burns in my soul even if i'm not as mad as i once was...

The place where lions slay the ordinary birds just to prove their hearts bleed different in the moonlight.